Sunday, January 29, 2012

Just a Hunger Games rant

So I just finished reading Suzanne Collins' The Hunger Games series for the second time. And yes I'll admit it took me the weekend to finish all three. They're that good. And I'm still somewhat engrossed in the tragic feeling that comes after you've finished an exceptional series (In the case of the Hunger Games, it's not quite as bad as Harry Potter but it's dang close). I don't know if this rings true for anyone else but when I'm in the midst of a novel, I find myself literally IN the story. The characters' pain is my pain. Their joy, my joy. So when I finish a book I have to remind myself that I didn't just participate in the 74th annual Hunger Games. It's an almost painful feeling; coming back to the bland and thrill-free reality I find in Provo, Utah. Ah well. The grass is always greener I suppose.


Anyhow. The first time I read the series, I was so completely obsessed with it that I flew through without taking much time to dissect them. However, this second round, since I already knew the story, I was able to spend a little bit more time (yeah I know, all of three days. But in my defense, once you get going it's nearly impossible to stop). I've officially come to the conclusion that I loved all three books and am totally satisfied with how they ended. Most of what I've heard is the complete opposite and Collins has received some terrible reviews for the last two. Here's why I'm right.

Ok first of all *****SPOILER ALERT***** I tried really hard to be as general as possible and still give a convincing argument. All you really learn from the next few paragraphs is that a lot of people die and many find the end depressing- which if you know the synopsis at all, I'm sure you could have guessed that much. Regardless, you have been warned. Any exposure to unwanted knowledge about the series hereafter is no fault of mine.

Most of the arguments circle around the fact that the series has a "depressing" ending and most of the likable characters end up dead. These books are no Dr. Seuss rhymes. They're not supposed to be! If you pick up a book and the synopsis on the back tells you that a bunch of kids get put in an arena and have to fight to the death, please don't delude yourself into thinking it's going to end in rainbows and unicorns. The book is meant to reflect a dark reality. Obviously not our own reality, a possible one for our descendants. Collins wants her reader to reflect on their most inner selves and ask what kind of person they would be if put in the arena. Would they be a Career and rip other tributes' throats out with their teeth? Would they be the one forgetting who they are and doing any despicable act to stay alive? Or would they be the one who finds an opportunity to help someone else survive even if it means their own certain death?

While the idea of a modern day version of the Hunger Games arena seems extravagantly far-fetched to the modern American, acts of this horrific nature are not too far in our past. The Hunger Games series blatantly points to ancient Rome- when human beings deemed of a lesser quality were thrown into the Colosseum (a giant arena) and killed in gruesome manners for the entertainment of others. Nearly every Capitol member has a Roman name (Cinna, Flavius, Caesar, Octavia, etc.). Even the name of the nation (Panem) refers to an old Roman phrase describing the over-indulgence and desensitization of Roman citizens that led to the corruption of the governmental system (sound familiar?). Humans have proven that they have the capability to be as mindless and cruel as the characters in the book. Collins reminds us that if we're not vigilant, it's possible to descend to that level of barbarism again.

As far as the number of likable characters that die, I found it sad yet necessary. How many of us didn't gasp out loud when Sirius died? And I know I had a moment of silence after Dumbledore fell out of the astronomy tower. While it's a good literary technique that keeps the reader enraptured, each death means something as well. And while individually, they have their own symbolism, overall they point to the fact that when two forces oppose each other, there are always heart breaking tragedies on the lower levels. Now I'm no hippie and I know that sometimes war is necessary in order to prevent an even worse outcome. But it's callous to dismiss casualties because you don't know their name and don't want to know because caring can be painful. Collins brings these characters into her story and cuts them out viciously because she wants you to care and recognize that indifference is the first step towards cruelty.

Honestly, I could go on forever. I have nothing but praise for these books. There are a lot of other points from the opposing side that I'd like to address but it's midnight and I have to be getting to bed. Yet another day in Provo awaits me. Not Panem, not ancient Rome, not a third world country.... How blessed we all are.

May the odds be ever in your favor.

Friday, January 20, 2012

"Winter" break in my wonderful Vegas

"Winter" break was usually a solid 60 degrees. Vegas knows how to do Christmas. Anyhow, I've been back in  Provo for a couple of weeks but I just haven't found anytime to blog. This semester has been rather uneventful so far but I had a lovely Christmas at home that I've decided to write about. So here's a list of some of the exciting things that happened in Sin City.

creeping on..... someone- Diana had been up for too long, it was late, and we were watching our favorite television show. One thing led to another and through a series of websites including Facebook, whitepages.com and some other sketchy stalking sites, we found out where our favorite character lives. I know. We have serious issues. But if we wanted to, we could go. And we could FIND HIM.

sleepover- I'll never get tired of sleepovers with my kids. We had hot chocolate, Christmas movies, and sleeping bags by the fireplace and Christmas tree. Perfection :)

New Years Eve- It was quite a night to remember with some great friends. No regrets!

Christmas- Well it was another wonderful year at the Lacey & Costello homes. I snuggled with my beloved bulldog Zeus on Christmas Eve and spent a great day giving and receiving awesome presents with my favorite people on earth.

Port of Subs- I had POS probably ten times while I was home. Jimmy Johns is good but it will never beat my Port of Subs.

Sherlock Holmes 2- This movie was AMAZING. I don't know how else to say it. It was so much fun seeing scenes come to life on the big screen that I'd seen in real life.

Rebel game- Most people know that I have a die-hard love for my Runnin' Rebels and I got to go to my first 
game over break!!! It was like watching the Globetrotters.

Ladyship- Of course my brother's stellar gift deserved an honorable mention. My brother bought a one foot by one foot plot of land on a Scottish estate...... legally changing my title to Lady Kelsey of Dunans. Yeah, my brother gets me.

Ka- I saw my very first Cirque du soleil show with the wonderful Brody Tippetts :)

Baking day- Every year my crazy aunts get together and bake delicious holiday goodies. And with six Layton women in one kitchen, you're guaranteed to get delicious food. And a LOT of it.

the beardo- Yes. I said beardo. It's one of the greatest gifts ever. 

Finishing Hunger Games- I read the first one forever ago but I'm a poor college student so I couldn't go buy the other two. Obviously they were on my Christmas list and a few days before Christmas, I asked my dad if I could have the second one early. Then once I finished it, I had to read the third. So I read both presents before Christmas, but can you blame me? They're life-changing.

Regan's class- I got to help in Regan's kindergarten class twice while I was there and it was SO FUN! The kids were so dang cute and Roo kept running up to me, giving me a hug around my legs and saying "Thanks for coming to school with me today Kels!" 

Spending time with my nephews!- I have two adorable nephews that were born right after I came up for school so I hardly ever get to see them. But I spent a lot of time with them during the break and I can't believe how much I love them!

2 1/2 weeks of pure happiness. I'm happy now, but it's nothing like the Christmas cheer. Until next year I suppose!