The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins
I know I’m a few years late to this party, but I was honestly avoiding it because it seemed like the kind of series where I would fall in love with one or more characters who would then drop dead & leave me heartbroken (I was right). Listening to Katniss waffle back & forth between the two male leads was really annoying but otherwise I enjoyed the series. The characters & their world were well-developed and I couldn’t help but see endless metaphors in the storyline of the ways poor people/countries are exploited and enslaved by rich people/countries who couldn’t live without them but don’t seem to realize it. It’s been awhile since I read anything like this, due to my habit of crying over literary mortality, so it was a nice departure from the non-fiction I’ve been snapping up lately.
“‘Now we’re in that sweet period where everyone agrees that our recent horrors should never be repeated,” he says. “But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.'”
Crossed Off the Travel Map:
Added to the Travel Map:
Leffrinckoucke Bunkers, Leffrinckoucke, France – abandoned Nazi bunkers on the beach, now with awesome graffiti.