Wow. I knew this book was challenging to read when I attempted it 20+ years before, but I am amazed at how challenging it still is. Watson, my man, you are killing me with her complete and utter sense of isolation and powerlessness. The images in my head as I read barely have any color at all -- only shades of grey. In fact, I think the best way to describe the "hue" of this book is to describe as the color of mushrooms, of fungus. And man is this world decaying.
By the way, I don't know why I am stuck on using the word "man" right now, but maybe it has something to do with the fact that when I read the book the first time (around 1984) "man" was still an okay slang term to use -- almost like an explicative, to REALLY let the audience know how serious I am about what I'm going to say next.
I'm reading the book on my ipad so I don't have page numbers to refer to, but I can say that I've read about 13% of the book so far and of the few characters I have met, I don't have hope that ANY of them will be as inspiring or as galvanizing as Katniss. Even President Snow and his mutants seems like minor annoyances, compared to Big Brother and the Thought Police.
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