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ariadnes_string) wrote2012-06-16 12:51 pm
ariadnes_string) wrote2012-06-16 12:51 pm
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in which I am embarrassing
On our most recent road trip, I finished listening to Mockingjay
So, up until the third book my OTP was Katniss/Katniss’s leg hair. Her riff in the second book about how happy she is when it grows back after the first games is one of my favorite bits in the whole series.
However, ,Mockingjay seemed to awaken my inner fourteen-year-old girl (much to the annoyance of my ten-year-old son).
Sample conversation as we listened to the first part in the car:
Me [pulling the USB jack out of the stereo and speaking directly to Katniss]: Girl, what about Peeta? Have you forgotten about Peeta? You know he would’ve been off to rescue your sorry ass about two chapters ago if it were him!
Son #1: Mom! She can’t because [lists some spurious reason]. Just—just put the jack back in, okay?
Me: Hrrumph.
And then, in the second part of the book when Peeta is rescued [by other people!]
Me: Peeettaaaah!
Son #1: *verbal equivalent of eyerolling*
So, okay—he’s just the kind of boy I would’ve been in love with at 14. And frankly, it would’ve been healthier if my tastes had stayed right there!
Anyway, since I was mostly focused on Katniss/Peeta, most of my annoyance with the book focused on the dropping of the two Peeta plot-arcs. The implanted memory & madness thing, which I was enjoying, gets wrapped up distressingly neatly: the last time you see Peeta before the fall of the Capital he’s barely holding it together; the next time you see him, he’s just fine (Me [pulling out the USB jack again]: Why doesn’t she visit him in the hospital!? Son #1: Mom! Just listen, okay?). And the whole Peeta-as-natural-leader-spokesperson-for-the-rebellion thing which powers so much of the second book just completely disappears. I had been enjoying that one too.
Oh well, at least my annoyance with all that distracted me from my growing realization that whatever catastrophe had wiped out most life in Panem has killed off all the Jews and Hispanics and Asians, and, yeah, just about everyone with non-Anglo surnames. It has also rendered all people of color incapable of holding onto leading roles in the narrative.
Still, I enjoyed it immensely. The action scenes were awesome. I enjoyed its cynical outlook on politics. I likes how realistically troubled Katniss was by the things she’d done.
Ah, and since![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilieth kind of asked me this in advance, I’ll mention it, even though I’m sure my answers are predictable: I was sad about what a noodle Finnick was in last book, but I continued to love Johanna to death.
Y’all can rec fic to me if you’re so inclined!
So, up until the third book my OTP was Katniss/Katniss’s leg hair. Her riff in the second book about how happy she is when it grows back after the first games is one of my favorite bits in the whole series.
However, ,Mockingjay seemed to awaken my inner fourteen-year-old girl (much to the annoyance of my ten-year-old son).
Sample conversation as we listened to the first part in the car:
Me [pulling the USB jack out of the stereo and speaking directly to Katniss]: Girl, what about Peeta? Have you forgotten about Peeta? You know he would’ve been off to rescue your sorry ass about two chapters ago if it were him!
Son #1: Mom! She can’t because [lists some spurious reason]. Just—just put the jack back in, okay?
Me: Hrrumph.
And then, in the second part of the book when Peeta is rescued [by other people!]
Me: Peeettaaaah!
Son #1: *verbal equivalent of eyerolling*
So, okay—he’s just the kind of boy I would’ve been in love with at 14. And frankly, it would’ve been healthier if my tastes had stayed right there!
Anyway, since I was mostly focused on Katniss/Peeta, most of my annoyance with the book focused on the dropping of the two Peeta plot-arcs. The implanted memory & madness thing, which I was enjoying, gets wrapped up distressingly neatly: the last time you see Peeta before the fall of the Capital he’s barely holding it together; the next time you see him, he’s just fine (Me [pulling out the USB jack again]: Why doesn’t she visit him in the hospital!? Son #1: Mom! Just listen, okay?). And the whole Peeta-as-natural-leader-spokesperson-for-the-rebellion thing which powers so much of the second book just completely disappears. I had been enjoying that one too.
Oh well, at least my annoyance with all that distracted me from my growing realization that whatever catastrophe had wiped out most life in Panem has killed off all the Jews and Hispanics and Asians, and, yeah, just about everyone with non-Anglo surnames. It has also rendered all people of color incapable of holding onto leading roles in the narrative.
Still, I enjoyed it immensely. The action scenes were awesome. I enjoyed its cynical outlook on politics. I likes how realistically troubled Katniss was by the things she’d done.
Ah, and since
lilieth kind of asked me this in advance, I’ll mention it, even though I’m sure my answers are predictable: I was sad about what a noodle Finnick was in last book, but I continued to love Johanna to death.Y’all can rec fic to me if you’re so inclined!