Well written and interesting to begin with, although there were times when the story wasn't consistent even within its own reality. But somewhere about two-thirds of the way through, it lost me and I ceased to care much. Maybe it's because I felt I was being manipulated, something I try to avoid in real life and don't appreciate even in a book. Tell me a story, and you can even have a point, but if you try too hard to convince me of your point, I'll quit caring. I think Collins tried too hard to make me outraged that something like the Hunger Games could exist. But outrage over fiction is just giving the author more control over me than I choose to allow.