Noelle is All Grown Up...
11 years ago
"[The Hunger Games] is a violent, jarring speed-rap of a novel that generates nearly constant suspense. . . i couldn't stop reading."- Stephen King, Entertainment WeeklyThe Hunger Games is the best series I've read in a very long time. I could not put it down. I literally read The Hunger Games (book one) and Catching Fire (book two) in forty-eight hours. I've dreamed about it and all my thoughts have been bent on it. The story line and character development is truly phenomenal. I would recommend these books in the highest degree; ten stars for Suzanne Collins.
"There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry , straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight. He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time. He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars and over the face of dead matter that did not move." Pg. 91London creates the most beautiful moments of understanding between reader and animal. The humanistic feelings that the main character experiences are all feelings (on some degree) that the reader can personally relate. Feelings of fear, passion in work, hate, survival, love, and above all; a connection with the raw earth, the woods ,the fields, the moon shinning off of fresh snow.
Jack London really is a fantastic artist of words, of psychology and ideals. London was born in 1876 to Flora Wellman and William Henry Chaney an astrologer. With the given name of John (Jack) Griffith Chaney.