After Reading Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins 10 Lessons I Learned About Resistance, Power, and Survival in a Broken System [A Personal Reflection] There's something haunting about picking up a book you think you know. When I first heard about Sunrise on the Reaping, I thought I was just getting another prequel—another backstory to fill in the gaps of a world I'd already explored. But Suzanne Collins doesn't do simple prequels, does she? She creates mirrors. She holds them up to our faces and forces us to look at what we've been avoiding. This book hit differently because it arrived at a moment when I needed it. We're living in an era where propaganda isn't just a dystopian concept—it's the wallpaper of our daily lives. We scroll through carefully curated narratives, we watch stories get edited in real-time, we see truth bent until it breaks. And in the middle of all that noise, here comes Haymitch Abernathy's story, raw and brutal and uncomfortably relevant. Reading about his sixteenth birthday—the day that should have been a celebration but became the day he lost everything—made me think about all the moments we're told are inevitable. The systems we're told we can't change. The sunrises on the reapings in our own lives that we've learned to accept because we've always accepted them. But Lenore Dove challenges that, doesn't she? She stands in front of Haymitch and says the Hunger Games have only been around for fifty years. Just because something has happened every year for your entire life doesn't make it permanent. Grab a copy of this book now!