My thirty-third review (for the BBC) is The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.

There are twelve districts. Two children from each district is pulled out and forced to fight to the death in the Hunger Games. One boy. One girl. To remind them of their old rebellious ways. To remind them of their mistakes.

When Katniss's younger sister Prim gets pulled out at the Reaping, he knows she must do something. But what? Either just stand by and watch Prim get killed, or take over Prim's place. And let's face it, Katniss was never going to let Prim die.

As the Games begin, things are not as expected. Katniss finds out that the one she's trusted for many years, is her secret lover. And, as the days wear on, she needs to fake her love to someone else. Fake her love if she wants to live.

The chances are one to twenty-four, or in this case, two to twelve. But with most dead, and the rest wishing they were dead, how can Katniss survive?

Soon grown attached to either her predator or prey, Katniss Everdeen is heartbroken when she realises the full brutality of her life, and she must get away...

...Well. Not until the others are dead.

This book was totally immense, and I'm going to rate it as the best book I've ever read, along with S. C Ransom's Small Blue Thing trilogy. It would have to be rated for ages 13+ at least, as it is pretty grim and grisly.

Just the one kiss, and your family's dead. Oh, wait, they probably already are....

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