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The Hunger Games: Movie Review

Published March 26, 2012 by bookspirit99

There has been so much speculation about the release of the movie, The Hunger Games. Some say that the movie will still be too violent for the targeted audience. It was originally planned as a rated R movie but it would be too mature for the kids that actually wanted to see it (10-25). Others complained that the actors were too old for their parts. I have no complaints.

I had pre-ordered tickets to the midnight premiere the second night tickets were on sale. I was lucky: I heard soon after that tickets were sold out. I anticipated this movie more than any other movie. I never got to see any of the Harry Potter movies at a midnight premiere, no matter how much I wanted to. I made special efforts to go to the Hunger Games midnight premiere. It was so worth it.

The movie stayed true to the book. I was surprised at how well the essence of the book was captured in the movie. I, as a reader of the series, felt weird when little details like a cat’s fur color is changed. Sometimes the movie left out little funny parts in the book, like when someone fell into the punchbowl, following one of Katniss’s brash movements. I end up feeling that the movie was good, but “important” details, at least to me, were left out. Read and see it for yourself! See my review of The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, the actual book, here: https://janaebooks.wordpress.com/?p=63&preview=true

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Ink: Movie Review

Published March 26, 2012 by bookspirit99

A Pathfinder

A girl is kidnapped from her bed in the middle of the night. Read the rest of this entry →

Life and Death: A Short Story

Published March 4, 2012 by bookspirit99

As the sudden burst of gunfire erupted behind me, I heard the bullet sing. I ducked and drew out a gun from my ankle holster and turned to shoot. The second bullet was better aimed, but I dodged behind a dumpster. I raised my head slowly above the dumpster and a hail of bullets followed. I sat down behind the dumpster and waited for my death.

I had felt followed for several months now. I was always looking over my shoulder. I could just feel the bullet sinking into me while my back was turned. I never once actually saw anyone follow me. I guess my paranoia was right.

I tried to check my pursuer’s position, hailing another volley of bullets, but in the darkness, I could not tell the distance. I sat back down to confront the many thoughts clambering for attention in my brain.

I am not afraid of death, but of what I would leave behind. I am a single mom with a young daughter. She hasn’t even learned to read yet. I want to see her grow up.

I stared off into the darkening distance, just barely registering the flash of the bullet leaving the gun.

The Ask and the Answer by Patrick Ness

Published March 4, 2012 by bookspirit99

The cover

Reaching the end of their tense and desperate flight in THE KNIFE OF NEVER LETTING GO, Todd and Viola did not find healing and hope in Haven. They found instead their worst enemy, Mayor Prentiss, waiting to welcome them to New Prentisstown. There they are forced into separate lives: Todd to prison, and Viola to a house of healing where her wounds are treated. Soon Viola is swept into the ruthless activities of the Answer, aimed at overthrowing the tyrannical government. Todd, meanwhile, faces impossible choices when forced to join the mayor’s oppressive new regime. In alternating narratives — Todd’s gritty and volatile; Viola’s calmer but equally stubborn — the two struggle to reconcile their own dubious actions with their deepest beliefs. Torn by confusion and compromise, suspicion and betrayal, can their trust in each other possibly survive?

It was as worth reading as the first. Very suspenseful  and greatly detailed. No parts lacking. I know that I have give every book five stars on here, but i believe this one deserves it too.

The Forbidden Dance of Life

Published March 1, 2012 by bookspirit99

Clang! The gate closing sounded like my doom, which it probably was. I stared down the ghost on the other side, free of the graveyard. She laughed, turned, and ran away with her hair flowing behind her. Read the rest of this entry →

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