Inspired by Emily Diana Ruth’s Letters to July series, along with Carrie Hope Fletcher’s re-jigging of the concept for her own Letters to Autumn seriously, I thought I would write a little snippet each day to the lovely month that is October. So here goes nothing…
Today, October, I powered through as much of The Faerie Queene as I could manage before my mind started wandering towards the BBC’s Merlin and then I knew I was done with thinking anything vaguely thought-provoking or academic for the day. So I watched Catching Fire because there is quite clearly a correlation between these things. You see, October, once I am distracted I bounce about, reminiscent of a pinball in a pinball machine I’m sure, bumping off all the possible means of distraction and fittily not being able to settle in one place or on one activity. So when I logged into Netflix and saw the sequel to the Hunger Games was up for streaming, it would have been rude to say no.
And wow this film got a lot darker than the first. I know it seems obvious to say it, and maybe even a little silly given that 12 people trapped in an arena and forced to fight to the death is probably fairly dark already, but this one seemed a lot more ruthless – and relentless. And I loved it. I’m not quite sure what that says about me but I don’t care to find out.
What I do know, without a shadow of a doubt, is that I would not last in The Hunger Games arena. I’m 100% certain I would be one the first, if not the first, to die. I have no transferable skills of that description and somehow I doubt being able to recite Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130 would be a skill valued in a fight to the death. I could be wrong – and boy would I love to be proved wrong – but I highly doubt that is the case. No, the odds are never in my favour.