In The Hunger Games, the love story is practically a sidenote. We’re really more interested in Katniss outmaneuvering the Careers—and making friends with Rue—and what the hell are those superbees, anyway? But the love story is there. And it’s all a lie.
The second and third novels devolve more quickly into the simple love triangle formula. (Katniss-Peeta-Gale… gah we’ve seen this before Bella-Edward-Jacob) But the first novel is notable for making its hero and heroine kiss—and all for the camera. It actually draws a lot of its emotional strength from the fact that Katniss doesn’t know if Peeta is telling the truth, and Peeta doesn’t know if she is telling the truth—and all the people at home don’t know and don’t care.
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It’s an interesting re-imagining of our reality TV culture where we often catch ourselves asking if celebrities are really dating—or if it’s only a publicity stunt. In Mockingjay, the documentary crew is an even more intense example of celebrity being used — I’m glad that Collins goes there in the third novel.

