I was srolling through my shelf of "Read" books and I realised that I never wrote a review for Suzanne Collins' The Hunger Games. So I decided to do it now, almost two years after finishing it. 
 The Hunger Games was one of those books everyone loved, everyone was excited about it, so I read it as well. I don't usually expect to like the books everyone worships, but I enjoyed this one. More than I'd like to admit. Hell, I even talked about the franchise as a topic for my Trinity exam. So, yeah, it's one of my favourites, one of my guilty pleasures. 
 I fell in love with Collins' writing. She built the dystopian society so well, without exaggerating or making it seem impossible to ever happen (*cough* Divergent *cough*). The idea of The Games was frightening, it was the result of a society that discriminated, mistreated and killed people. The Games were something you could metaphorically (luckily, only metaphorically) compare with the world we're living in today. 
 The characters were awesome and I fell in love with them. I liked Katniss for not being the usual heroine, lovable and cute. No, Katniss was a badass, she was brave and caring, she was a character everyone can learn from. 
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 The novel was impossible to put down at some points. It was dark, saddening, full of plot twists, it left me waiting for Catching Fire and for Mockingjay. Those sequels did not disappoint, either. 
 So, as a summary, it was really, really good.