Mockingjay is the final book in the Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins. There’s no way I can write about it without revealing at least SOME spoilers, so if you haven’t read it yet, as with my review of Catching Fire, go read it and then come back and read this. It’ll only take you like a day.
With the districts in full rebellion, Katniss is rescued from the arena and brought to District 13—which had not actually been destroyed by the Capitol during the Dark Days. They are now planning to overthrow the Capitol, and some of the districts have already succeeded in throwing off Capitol control. However, the fight isn’t even close to over, and everyone is depending on Katniss to be the face of the rebellion—to be the rebels’ Mockingjay. Can she put aside her anger and distrust long enough to become the rallying point the districts so desperately need?
I’ve already aired my beefs with Suzanne Collins’ writing style, so here is not the place to do it. Here is where I talk about her incredible ability to tell a story.
One very apt word for Collins’ storytelling is relentless. Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it does—tenfold. The attacks, the deaths, the firebombing of the hospital in District 8, the complete decimation of District 12 (although that happened in Catching Fire, technically)…just heart-wrenching. Destroying the Nut, the mountain where Capitol sympathizers were hiding, in District 2. It was truly relentless, just one heartbreak after another. But it was so. good.
I don’t know how most people feel about the end of the book—that is, Katniss ending up with Peeta—but I’m glad it ends up the way it does. It felt right to me, especially considering all the trauma they went through together. But it also felt a little selfish, because it ends with Katniss saying she ended up with who she needed to end up with. I can’t decide if I like her “look out for Number 1” policy or not, but it got her through two rounds in the arena plus a war, so I guess it works out, huh?
I think what devastated me the most—what probably devastated most people the most—was Prim’s death. I figured something like that would have to happen, much like Fred dying in Harry Potter, but that didn’t make it any less shocking. The parachutes dropping, half of them exploding, the medical personnel rushing forward to help—and then the rest of the parachutes dropping, killing Prim—that was the worst. The absolute worst. And that Katniss saw it happen…I just can’t imagine. All of the gross stuff Stephen King writes, and even the scene where Fred dies in Harry Potter, can’t compare to the pain I felt reading this scene.
Like I’ve already said, you should just go out and read these books. Borrow them if you don’t want to buy them, but I’m very tempted to steal my coworker’s cousin’s books because I want to read them again. And again. And I think you will too.by