After waking up in District 13 in the wake of a tumultuous Hunger Games, Katniss reluctantly becomes The Mockingjay, the symbol for the rebellion against The Capitol. Only the clash is not so black-and-white, she soon discovers, especially since Peeta is being held captive by President Snow. District 13, too, has dubious methods when it comes to war. How far will Panem be willing to go for freedom from the Capitol? And how has this blood lust affected Gale? Well, if you want to find out and be blown out of your mind, reading Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins.
What is extremely admirable about everything Collins writes is that the reader has no idea what is about to happen. Being a fairly intuitive person, I thought I had a good grasp on what lie ahead in this book. In every one of her books. But whatever you expect, that doesn’t happen. She has the ability to genuinely surprise you, genuinely shock you. Real smoke-and-mirror plotting. Completely devestatingly shocking plot turns.
There is no point she falls back onto the cliched structure of an adventure novel. Instead, she steam-barrels forward with a sense of proprietary creativity. She does things you haven’t thought of before, sacrifices characters you didn’t realize you might lose. I will not delve into the details of the plot, so that you can be equally sucker-punched by her awesome storytelling.
There are things I disliked about the book, but everything was so minor, it would never deter me from reading it again. My advice: read this series. Immediately. Also, there’s a Hunger Games movie coming out. Which is news that is all kinds of sick-nasty. The next review I’ll be posting, probably, will be the second installment of Harry Potter, which I’m seeing at midnight. So expect an uber-rushed, word-vomit reaction at around three in the a.m., when I make it back home.