The {Horrible} Hunger Games

                              
                                           March 23rd.
                  The World Will Be Watching.

Oh the joy. Can't you feel it? To watch a movie where someone gets a spear stuck in their body. Or get attacked by wolf things. Or just plain kill them violently. Must I go on? No, I am not a HG fan. Or a Harry Potter fan. Or a Twilight fan. I actually mostly highly dislike all of those things.

It just bugs me when people rave about them. I must say, I do like Star Wars a LOT, but I don't like the creepy scenes where someone is killed. I hate it when people get killed. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Ugh. I feel insanely sorry for those poor teenagers in that evil arena. They have to kill each other? Good grief! I don't really mind the concept of the Hunger Games. I mean, the game thing. But instead of killing everybody, can't they all take over the government or something? She{Suzanne Collins}should have saved them all. Not they all be viciously murdered

 Yeah, my Mother won't let me read them. And I agree with her. I like ACTION ADVENTURE, not violent, gory, disgusting not-adventure. Ick. And I'm 14! Most of you who are going to watch this are probably younger than me if you're reading this blog. I think your parents need to read a review for these movies.


Here is a awful excerpt from the book, taken from a review,

"Cato lies on his side at the very top of the horn, twenty feet above the ground, gasping to catch his breath.... Now's my chance to finish him off. I stop midway up the horn and load another arrow, but just as I'm about to let it fly, I hear Peeta cry out. ...the mutts are right on his heels. 'Climb!' I yell....
"The mutts are beginning to assemble. As they join together, they raise up again to stand easily on their back legs giving them an eerily human quality. Each has a thick coat, some with fur that... vary from jet black to what I can only describe as blond. There’s something else about them, something that makes the hair rise up on the back of my neck...
"Then one of them...with silky waves of blond fur takes a running start and leaps onto the horn. Its back legs must be incredibly powerful because it lands a mere ten feet below us, its pink lips pulled back in a snarl. For a moment it hangs there, and in that moment I realize what else unsettled me about the mutts. The green eyes glowering at me are unlike any dog or wolf, any canine I’ve ever seen. They are unmistakably human. ... The blonde hair, the green eyes, the number ... it’s Glimmer [one of the dead Tributes]. I fire into its throat. Its body twitches and flops onto the ground... [His second death?]

"...I examine the pack, taking in the various sizes and colors. The small one with the red coat and amber eyes... Foxface! And there, the ashen hair and hazel eyes of the boy from District 9 who died as we struggled for the backpack! And worst of all, the smallest mutt, with dark glossy fur, huge brown eyes.... Teeth bared in hatred. Rue! [She was a sweet, twelve-year-old girl before she was killed]...

"They... walked in the counsels and in the imagination of their evil heart, and went backward and not forward." Jeremiah 7:24.


Does that sound good to you? Uh, no. Not in a million years. 

"Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6


Also, in the rather violent movies that we{my sister and I}are allowed to watch, we watch it on Clearplay. It's this DVD player that takes out all the swear words, the grosser gory parts, the extra-scary parts, that kinda thing.
                            
                             It's called maintaining innocence.

 "And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of  darkness, but rather expose them." Ephesians 5:11

                              That's why I'm doing this.


Happy Hunger Games.

I'm sorry if I offended you.


~Willow