Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins (The Hunger Games #3 (EPUB)
My name is Katniss Everdeen.
Why am I not dead?
I should be dead.
Katniss Everdeen, girl on fire, has survived, even though her home has been destroyed. Gale has escaped. Katniss’s family is safe. Peeta has been captured by the Capitol. District 13 really does exist. There are rebels. There are new leaders. A revolution is unfolding.
It is by design that Katniss was rescued from the arena in the cruel and haunting Quarter Quell, and it is by design that she has long been part of the revolution without knowing it. District 13 has come out of the shadows and is plotting to overthrow the Capitol. Everyone, it seems, has had a hand in the carefully laid plans–except Katniss.
The success of the rebellion hinges on Katniss’s willingness to be a pawn, to accept responsibility for countless lives, and to change the course of the future of Panem. To do this, she must put aside her feelings of anger and distrust. She must become the rebels’ Mockingjay–no matter what the personal cost.
The last three pages make all the heavy, intense, painfulness of the rest of the book almost worth it, in a strange way. Bittersweet is the perfect word. The sense of loss underlying the message that life really does goes on, even when we don’t see how it possibly can.
Sometimes we need a little help to pick ourselves off the floor and start again.
I wasn’t disappointed with the ending, but I am disappointed that it’s the end. It left me feeling emotionally drained and like I’d lost something. I’m not sure if I’m shell-shocked or simply worn out by the intensity of it all. I’m glad, in a way, that it ended like it did. I’m also sad, and a little confused. Not because I didn’t like the ending, but because I simply feel emptied out for the time being.
I just wish…I wish that there could have been more happiness for these characters that I love so much. I think that unfulfilled wish is, at the end of the day, why I’m feeling this way right now. In time the feeling will pass, I know, but at the moment I’m sorry for it. No matter how I enjoyed this book (and I did, I really did), I’m in a sort of grieving state. Happiness was there in the end, but it just wasn’t enough to compensate for all the sadness.
Then again, I think that was the point.
It’s a very rare thing to find a trilogy like this one, and I’ll always hold a place in my heart for the girl who was on fire.