I had a very interesting experience in a movie theater recently. A populist hypocrisy of the movie going masses sort of experience.
Like millions of other people throughout the country, I excitedly lined up at a movie theater at midnight on March 23rd to see the premiere of The Hunger Games. I read the entire trilogy and I had become an immediate fan. I am far from a fanatic; I realize that there are several other works of Dystopian literature that are weightier; possessed of more depth that are, for lack of a better term “better”, in some cases considerably so, but The Hunger Games trilogy is something special. Especially now that Harry Potter’s spell is beginning to wear off and kids are starting to not read again.
The first decade of this century will be something of a golden age for reading. As soon as the Harry Potter books had become universally known, the coolest thing a young person, shit any person, could possibly do was read a book. The world devoured all seven of them and it seemed like each Harry Potter book primed the reading pumps, so to speak. So, young boys and girls desperate for the next year of their favorite wizard’s life would read other books while they impatiently waited for that year to materialize. Kids read, a lot, and Harry Potter was the universal literary touchstone. Then the series ended and sadly, kids began to avoid reading.