Any book that changes the way you view the world, is a book you need to read.
I need to continue telling you where I was during this whole process of reading the book. My house was a mess, my kids were pretty much being little holy terrors. I was waiting for things to be organized, fixed, etc. by people I had actually hired or by teenagers I had inherited. Either way, I was planning on paying people for cleaning, organizing and fixing the house. (That doesn’t imply I have some endless supply of money either, it just means I don’t have the patience for it. Sometimes we all need to spend our money on the luxuries.)
It’s only fair to tell you what I expected the plot to entail. Katniss and Peeta would come back from the Capitol, they would live in the Victor’s Village. Katniss would probably hunt, she would probably try to improve the lives of the people in District 12. She would spread out her winnings. She would be forced to face the question of love regarding Peeta and Gale. The Capitol would want her to do her tour, and in front of the cameras, they’d want her to keep up the illusion of her love life. The Hunger Games would come for another year, and she’d be thrust into the process of trying to keep whoever they were alive. I thought Gale would end up in the arena. I thought she’d have to work from the outside, with Peeta’s help to save his life too. To bring him home.
None of the above happened at all.
What happened was so far from my idea of what could happen that I was pretty much stunned and shocked the entire time. I kept reading thinking okay, so this is what’s going to happen next. Then I turn a page and once again I’m surprised by what’s happening.
There was this one moment though that still bothers me. It just felt like something that should have been inserted. I don’t want to give away crucial plot points, but when Katniss and Peeta end up having a different role in the 75th Annual Hunger Games, and it sort of interrupts their public nuptials, couldn’t they have done it during the interviews? I thought it would have been sick and horrific to have them announce to the nation, “Til death do we part.” Literally.
But Suzanne Collins had some seriously different ideas for this book. And it somehow makes the whole thing more gruesome.
When this book ended, I had to resist the urge to pick up the next book and keep reading. I had to force myself to sleep. It was 3am. I woke up at 8am, and I wasn’t really tired at all. I was sick of my own nightmares over this book. Wondering what happened next, dreaming out the next scenarios, etc. etc.
I still stand by the fact that this book isn’t just a book but a legend. You need to read it. You need to devour it. You need to let it make you think about those deep inner parts of your soul that you never seem to connect to.
You need to because that’s the only way to make it through this journey alive. This book may very well make you want to claw out your own heart. The only cure for that symptom of course, is to read the next book. And, hope to hell your soul doesn’t crumble to little pieces in the process.