A Good Author

You know, I recently finished a very good series. The series name, you may ask, was the Hunger Games Series. I had already thought that the author, Suzanne Collins, was a brilliant minded individual, but that was increased ten fold when I got to the end of the series.


[Warning, spoiler alert! Please skip the next paragraph if you plan on reading the series at any time]


I had just reached the point in which Prim (the main character's, Katniss, sister and a sweet, wonderful character) was blown up in a explosion that was set up by their own side to get the war to end faster. It wouldn't have been so bad, except for the bombs were dropped into a building full of children and Prim was a medic that rushed in to help. But unfortunately a second wave of bombs finish off the children and the barely thirteen-year-old Prim, a girl that Katniss was dedicated to protecting all throughout the series.


For those who skipped the last paragraph, a main character just died and it was in a very horrible way. I was understandably shocked. I mean, so many of the characters you already thought were safe were killed, this just wasn't expected. For I while I stared blankly at that one point on the page, not willing to take in what I just read. Then finally, I moved on, eyes skimming down the page, taking in only half the words. When I found out that the people thought to be responsible weren't responsible and it was [Warning another spoiler alert, please skip the rest of this sentence] in fact their allies I nearly threw the book at the wall. I was angry. At the author for doing this, at the people in the book, at the world in general. I know it may sound absurd, but apparently (contrary to what I say) I really get involved in books.


When I woke up the next morning, after finishing the book that night, I began to admire the author. Somehow, she managed to evoke feeling that people in person can't get me to show. Nor feel, for that matter. I found myself wishing that I was that good, that somewhere I could make someone sad, angry, or happy for that matter, because of a few well placed words. Suzanne Collins really made me think about writing in a different matter. Instead of just words on paper to entertain people for a while, it could be a heart wrenching moment in which people are dumbfounded because of the feelings they have never felt before.


Yes, yes indeed. You can really tell if the author is a good one if, at the end of the series, you find yourself wishing there was more, or you are angry at them for what they did in said series.


Well... This blog was much deeper then I meant it to be... So, ummm...


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