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I've been waiting since April for the new Suzanne Collins novel, MockingJay. The final book in her 'The Hunger Games' trilogy. I have finished the book, and now I want to die. I feel as if I just want to sit and cry for days.
The book was utterly fantastic. A lot of things got thrown in that I was not expecting. I could not put this book down.
But in all books, there is going to be something you don't like, right? I mean, for starters, she pulled a 'Rowling', by saying this she pilled about 80% of my favorite characters, who one (I will not give names,) got married, and you find out at the end has a baby. I mean, come ON!
Strike one,
Then there is Peeta. I was hopping, praying for some romantic thing with him and Katniss, and I sort of got it…kind of. I mean I loved it, I really, really, did. But I was annoyed that she couldn't just fucking see that she loved him when everyone else could clearly see it. And the littlest actions that she did, like taking out the pearl and holding it, breaking down in Haymitch's arms after the District 13 bombing. Just, come on Katniss.
Strike two.
Oh, and Peeta going crazy, it just, hurt to read it, I mean; he was this awesome character, so charismatic, so Peeta. Then the stupid Capitol does messed up shit to him, making the poor boy crazy! God, I hate life.
Strike three (and 2832642783627e46 because I love Peeta).
I did like how the whole book was so dark, and disturbing, and (A part near the end) ironic. It was so good, it really, really was. But I now feel, as though all the happiness in the world is gone, and yes, I think I am being melodramatic, but it's like, a Dementor is chilling in my bedroom saying "Ha ha! I'm not going to let you be happy!"
I feel so drained.
I get way to involved with book characters, I try to get in their mind set, to get their feelings, though half the time I just think "Fuck you, I like this way better." And a lot of times I did think "Fuck, Katniss! What the hell." But right when I hit part 3 hell, even in part two, I knew I was going to be in 'I'm saying in sweat pants and a sweater ALL day tomorrow…until four o'clock…when I have friends coming over…who will not understand my pain, because they haven't finished reading the fucking book yet…gah…"
God, I feel so drained.
Like I said, book was fantastic, it was so bittersweet.
So real, so bittersweet,
It shows war is bad; war fucks with your mind.
Even when the war is done, you are completely changed. You will never be the same, no matter how hard you try. You can pick up the pieces of your life, and try to put them back together, but, there will still be cracks.
God, this book made me so depressed.
God, I want to read it again.
Strike three.
PS. God, I knew Gale was an ass but REALLY?!
Fuck!