I have now forgone two opportunities to see The Hunger Games. I think I am still building up the strength I will need to withstand two and a half hours of teenagers being hunted and killed for sport, which might be unnecessary for most people, but let’s be honest–I’m only there for the love story.
I did read all three books, which basically amounted to not sleeping or doing homework for a week. And during that time, a nagging question whispered to me from the recesses of my mind: Why do I even like this? And I didn’t just like the series; I couldn’t put it down.
Enter a blog post written by Amy Simpson. I wanted to share this because it’s well written and thought-provoking. I strongly identify with her affinity for the characters of Katniss and Peeta, even if I don’t share her exact views on men. Still, I appreciate the feelings and experiences she shared, and discovered a little of myself along the way. I, too, found Peeta to be entirely wonderful and utterly unbelievable throughout the story. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, was convinced he would change his mind and fall for some other, more stable, less complicated character. Felt sure that, with each mistake, she had finally damaged things beyond repair. I guess I’m still learning about grace and forgiveness and love. It reminds me of some lyrics from a new favorite song of mine:
I’ve been counting up all my wrongs / One sorry for each star / I’d apologise my way to you / If the heavens stretched that far / You are the one I want, you are the one I want
But then the realization.
I won’t find what I am looking for / If I only see by keeping score / Because I know now you are so much more than arithmetic / ‘Cause if I add, if I subtract / If I give it all, try to take some back / I’ve forgotten the freedom that comes from the fact / That you are the sum / So you are the one I want
I’m so grateful that not all things in this world add up.