The Hunger Games

So, I recently bought a bunch of more books to read and the one intrigued me the most is The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I first read about it online and it reminded me of the popular and controversial Japanese movie Battle Royale. The major difference is that in the movie everyone knew each other and have been classmates for a while. In the book, however, which is set in the near future, none of the “subjects” knew each other. Story goes that the nation of Panem, a Capitol surrounded by twelve districts which lies in the ruins of what was known as America, holds an annual Hunger Games that forces one boy and one girl from each of the districts to fight to the death (in order to keep order). Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen from district twelve takes her sister’s place in the Games and a fight for survival begins. It’s an entertaining book but the Japanese movie is somewhat better. There are many similarities between the two and I don’t want to spoil too much. Just read it, and watch the movie, it’s a great movie. Anyway, some other books I got includes Heresy, The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (1), The Girl Who Played With Fire (2), and Catching Fire (which is series #2 of The Hunger Games). If you can’t tell already I love historical fictions especially the ones which deal with religion and knowledge and hidden secrets (true or not). I’d also recommend Ghostwalk and The Devil’s Labyrinth if you’re into historical fictions (killings and murders and shit). I’m also planning to read all seven Harry Potter again I LOVE HARRY POTTER!

Vulnerability

I hate feeling vulnerable. That’s why most of the time (except for with my friends) I seem cold like slurpies giving someone a brain freeze on the outside. I let my guard down once I get to know someone but never completely off guard (except for with a very few close friends). It’s not a personality issue because if I wanted to I can talk to anyone out of the blue and have a great time. This pretentious superficial front that I sometimes put up is really similar to what Holden Caulfield (Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger) is like: protecting himself hiding behind a wall if you will, “Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you’ll start missing everybody”. That’s where vulnerability kicks in. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I shouldn’t feel this way. Maybe vulnerability is just another word for trust or courage or stupidity. Maybe it’s a leap of faith. But it only gets harder and harder to overcome this fear of being hurt, for physical wounds heal and may leave a soon be forgotten scar, but emotional wounds rarely heal and leave an invisible scar that will never be forgotten.

Anyway, I gotta work tomorrow…It’s a damn Saturday…balls…