It is rare when I can actually say I love a sequel more than I love the original. Imagine my delight when I picked up Catching Fire, the second installment of The Hunger Games.
If you read my review of The Hunger Games, you will know that I was not thrilled with the idea of a 12 year old girl being forced to fight to the death, for entertainment. Nor was I a fan of the gruesome final death that occurred in the games. But despite my unease with the storyline, I was conflicted in writing my review. I have deep respect for Suzanne’s Collins; for her willingness to step outside of the box and send shockwaves around the globe.
Although The Hunger Games didn’t leave me begging for more, I was determined not to give up on the series. To my amazement, the longer I had to wait for Catching Fire to arrive from the library, the more anxious I became. Part of it was the fact that I’d been told the final books became far more disturbing and I was worried about what I might find within the pages. And partly because I needed to know if my suspicions about the book would be confirmed.
I became engrossed immediately, which was a pleasant surprise considering it took me four tries to get into The Hunger Games. Right around the middle of the book, a big twist is thrown at you. Not a big shock there!
The ending was a bit too predictable for my liking, and very rushed, but over all I enjoyed the book. It was fast paced, kept my attention, and yes I lost several hours of sleep over it.
Now on to Mockingjay to finish the series.