Books Read: 6
- The Giver – Lois Lowry
- The Lottery – Shirley Jackson (short story)
- After the Quake – Haruki Murakami
- Brixton Beach – Roma Tearne (bath read!)
- The Great Derangement: A Terrifying True Story of War, Politics and Religion at the Twilight of the American Empire – Matt Taibbi
- The Hunger Games (Book 1) – Suzanne Collins
Books Abandoned: 1
- Museum of Innocence – Orhan Pamuk
Books in Progress: 2
- The Art of Racing in the Rain – Garth Stein
- Lullabies for Little Criminals – Heather O’Neill
A horribly close tie between “The Great Derangement” and “The Hunger Games”. Both were vastly different to one another in style and in voice and technique, but oddly enough very similar in topics. Taibbi embeds himself into two extremes in his book: the far right–as an evangelist church goer who is “saved” and tries to “save” others; and the far right–as a 9/11 “truther.” It was interesting to see how the two opposite groups worked on the inside and just how similar their methods and ethoi really were. The book also examined American society as a whole in the aftermath of 9/11 and how a lot of people turned either extremely left or right in order to compensate for their anger and upset over the attacks. And it also poked fun at the government, which is always a bonus.
With “The Hunger Games”, you get this whole new dystopian America where regions are divided into twelve (used to be thirteen) Districts. As a bonus for me, the main character is from District 12, located in the Appalachian region and is a mining district. Hurrah. Anyhow, children between the ages of 12 and 18 are entered into a lottery every year in each District. One boy and one girl are chosen and those selected are shipped off to the Capitol to compete in The Hunger Games. Widely televised, the games are an every man for himself even where the children have to kill each other off (or they’re killed off by the elements when the game gets boring) until only one remains. The book was really intense and I flew through it. I’ve heard the next two in the series aren’t as good, but I’ll be reading them anyway.
Surprisingly, the worst book was the one I thought was going to be the best. I absolutely LOATHED “The Museum of Innocence.” I hated the characters, hated the plot, hated every single thing about it EXCEPT Orhan Pamuk’s obvious love of Turkish history and of Istanbul.