On The Hunger Games Film Adaptation, Among Other Things

At the end of my last post (which was a review of The Hunger Games), I promised that I would give you an update sometime this week, featuring my opinion on the movie, which I saw with two of my friends last Friday night.

I enjoyed the movie, though it was a little long, and a tad bit devoid of emotion. Honestly, I got a childish sort of amusement from taunting and babbling to one of my friends throughout the movie. Every time Cinna came onscreen,  I’d start singing “Are You Gonna Go My Way,” or I’d make some stupid comment like, “He is looking good in that gold eyeliner. Do you think they sell it at Sally’s?” Not to mention, when the Games started, I began to call said companion Foxface, since she’s an agile, adventurous redhead, and she was very annoyed with me because of it. I’m convinced, though, that nobody else heard me, because the group of eleven or twelve obsessed teenage fan-girls sitting in front of me were even louder than I was. They all burst into applause when Thresh killed Clove, and I was rather disappointed. In my head, I said, “Aww. Bye-bye, Esther. It’s been fun.”

As I Tweeted a couple of days ago, I’m reading two different books at once- John Milton’s Paradise Lost, and Wilkie Collins’ The Moonstone.  Paradise Lost is less for pleasure, and more because it’s assigned in a Literature class I’m taking. It’s lovely, but quite ponderous, to say the least. I’m more of a prose reader, as it were. The Moonstone, however, is entirely for leisure.

I’ve had quite an odd little affair with the Moonstone, as it happens. About four or five times, over the past couple of years, I’ve picked it up, and never even gotten to the theft of the Moonstone from Rachel’s boudoir. (No offense to Gabriel Betteredge, but his personal narrative lasted for entirely too long.) About a month ago, I sped through 430 pages of it, and found myself unable to put it down- until a friend of mine lent me a copy of the Hunger Games, and I abandoned poor Sergeant Cuff and Franklin Blake in favor of Haymitch Abernathy and Peeta Mellark. Now, though, I’ve picked it back up for the last few pages. I’m not sure about a review, per se, but I’ll tell you what I thought of it later.

Those of you who have Twitter accounts, feel free to follow me, and tell me about any books you’ve been reading lately, at @marie_reader.

Expect to hear from me sometime next week. Much love!  -Marie