The second book in the Hunger Games Trilogy was a touch disappointing, but still a relatively fun read. It deals with Katniss Everdeen’s return home to District 12 after (SPOILER FROM THE HUNGER GAMES) eythay inway ethe Ungerhay Amesgay ogethertay.
She knows that the Capitol is angry with her for undermining the purpose of the games, which is simultaneously to act as an opiate of the masses by keeping them too entertained to think about rebelling, and to remind the citizens of Panem that the Capitol will react with swift vengeance if they dare to rebel.
The first book hinted (heavily) that there would be some sort of love triangle between Katniss, her best friend Gale (who’s a boy, by the way), and her fellow competitor (andyay ellowfay Ungerhay Amesgay Ampionchay) Peeta Mellark. Collins fleshes this out a bit, but not in any kind of satisfactory way. Her handling of the love triangle is a bit ham-fisted, but there’s still enough fun in the rest of the book to make it a worthwhile read.
Because the upcoming Hunger Games is the 75th, it means that they will be special. It’s called the Quarter Quell, and it happens every twenty-five years. This year, what makes the Quarter Quell so special is that the competitors, instead of being reaped from the usual pool of eligible candidates, will be reaped from the existing champions.
After just having survived a brutal Games, the last thing Katniss and Peeta want to do is re-enter the ring, especially since they know that the same tricks won’t work this time around. But they’ve got to compete if they want to protect their families and the people they love.
As with the first book in the series, the actual Hunger Games are the most interesting part of the book. Collins’ imagination really shines when it comes to making up brutal, gladiatorial games.
The relationships are decent, but nothing to scream about. I wasn’t nearly as invested in the new characters she introduced this time around as I was by the characters in the first book.
Ultimately, this book was a decent read, but I can’t help but to wish that Collins had stuck to a single volume instead of making it a trilogy.