Dear Suzanne Collins

Dear Suzanne Collins,

You do not seem to have an email or contact on your website. I respect that. I write to you instead in the open world of the internet hoping it finds it’s way to you.

I read your books. Just finished reading. Hunger Games & Catching Fire & Mockingjay. I saw the movie Catching Fire, but not yet Hunger Games. They made it look good. I was rivetted by the books.

I read them by audio book while I was painting a very lovely prison for a princess that can’t see it and doesn’t know her stature for an opera. I spent a lot of time between reading wondering about them, thinking about them.

I look at the world a little differently for having read your book. Not a lot of books do that. Thank you.

I have a book too. It was a story that started telling itself to me and I started telling myself to pass hours of driving. It started becoming fascinating to me, a world that I would escape into during hours of drudgerous work and during great stretches of freedom. I started writing it and it became a book and sat on a hard drive while I kept telling the rest of the story in my head. It will be a trilogy. If I can write the rest of what I already know and what I haven’t yet discovered.

I wonder if that is how it was with you. Your story is epic and Mockingjay was nothing like I imagined in the space between. I hope that I can find in myself the ability? bravery? honesty? to delve into the capabilities of humanity.

Mine aren’t humans. They are vampires. They are people who are by choice or chance or destiny live by a different set of rules, but what they are doesn’t change what they were, or who they are. Except in the ways that it does of course.

These things are so hard to put into words, but what I am really trying to say, Suzanne, is that your books are part of me now. In the bookshelf of my mind. They have made me more fully myself. Stripped off a cocoon I did not know I was in. Like Martian Chronicle by Ray Bradbury. Like Birding in the Face of Terror by J Pierre Reville. Like American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Like a Twilight Zone episode by Rod Serling.

Thank you for writing them.


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