Blog Post #4:The Hunger Games

'"You mean that this will make me puke?" My prep teams laughs hysterically. "Of course, so you can keep eating says Octavia. "I've been in there twice already. Everyone does it, or how else would you have any fun at a feast?" I'm speechless. Staring at the pretty little glasses and al the imply. Peeta sets his back on the table with such precision you'd think it would detonate.'

'All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parents can't give. More food'......'And here in the capitol they're vomiting for the pleasure of filling their bellies again and again. Not from some illness of mind or body, not from spoiled food. It's what everyone does at a party. Expected.'

I think that these books are a metaphor for our world. Each district does a different job, for instance, coal, agriculture, and working with the sea. The people recieve smallest amount of pay for their hours of hard labour as possible. The food, and other things that are created are sent to the capitol. To Katniss, the world of the capitol is the farthest thing from sane she can imagine. They spend money to get tattoos, or get patterns cut into their skin based on the latest craze. They dye their skin blue, and their hair green, wear animal fur, and think that the ultimate form of entertainment is the Hunger Games; a grotesque battle to the death between a boy and a girl of each of the twelve districts. Perhaps worst is that while the people of the districts starve to death, the population of the capitol has cononcocted a drink to make them throw up so they can enjoy more food. I think that this is really representative of how the rest of the world might view countries, like the U.S. especially, and also Europe and Canada. People in third world countries work all the time at minimum wage, in the worst of conditions to create things for us that wont last long at all. These people can turn on the tv and see us on shows like Cake Boss or America's Next Top Model and wonder why we do things like we do? How we are perfectly capable of helping them, and yet we sit by, and watch. I think that this is what it would be like for a member of a district to watch the Hunger Games. Something that horrifies them that they have become able to accept, because they know that they dont have the power to change the way things are.