My son and stepdaughter have both read the first two of the three Hunger Games books. Last night my stepdaughter who had already seen the movie was sick on a night the family had planned to go to the movies. So my son and I went to see The Hunger Games. I knew from the commercials and from what the kids had said that this would be a bloody and – if this distinction can be made – violent odyssey. I anticipated that it would be grim and that I might find myself hating the ways in which I would be drawn into a post apocalyptic spectacle. Instead I found it to be a delightful, if as bloody as advertised, coming of age movie that rang truer to my current personal experience than I would have expected.
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