Seriously, massive spoilers.
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Anyway, I really liked the first book and I have no interest generally in YA fiction. I only picked it up because I was sick and didn’t feel up to reading anything weightier. Everything about The Hunger Games was just pitch-perfect. Strong female protagonist, cool premise, believable dilemmas for the characters, and a rip-roaring pace with tons of cliff-hangers that propel you on effortlessly.
Perhaps it was because I wasn’t expecting much, but this book really hooked me, so much so that I immediately went out and got the second one instead of waiting a couple days for Amazon. The second book, Catching Fire, I felt was okay. I liked the new hunger games even if it was a bit predictable that the whole thing would be reprised.
What kept me from enjoying Catching Fire was the difficulty in suspending my disbelief in the whole premise: that simply threatening suicide was enough to spark a revolution. Seriously? We’ve been oppressed, degraded, punished, and had our children killed for sport for 74 years, but watching a girl grab some poisonous berries suddenly gives us the courage to rebel. D’oh! Why didn’t we think of this sooner? It didn’t completely ruin the book, but the seeming illogic annoyed me. It didn’t help that at every turn, Collins kept hammering on the idea that all this started with the damn berries. Anyway, the ending was rushed too, with one of those, “He sat me down and explained that all this had been a conspiracy…” expository bombs that tries to compress several chapters into a paragraph. Unsatisfying, but still forgivable.
Finally, Mockingjay. Erg. I guess those blurbs by Stephanie Meyer were a bad sign, because Collins takes the badass Katniss the Vampire Slayer of book one and replaces her with Bella fucking Swan. “Oh dear me, I can’t film a propaganda piece, I think I’ll faint. Won’t somebody think of the Peeta?!?” I think she passes out 5 or 6 times in this book. She spends far more time swooning in her Batsuit than actually fighting in it.
As if that weren’t bad enough, none of the plot developments make any sense in this book. We have an accident filming a propaganda piece, instead of retreating one block, let’s go on a suicide mission with no plan, no preparation, and no idea what we’re doing. Sound good?
Let’s agree to restart the Hunger Games, but just for pretend so I can kill the President. Huh? Let’s have the sister magically appear at the front lines. You know, because the medics are always out in front of the troops. Let’s have a big discussion about nuclear deterrence at the beginning, and then just ignore it. Let’s have the evil mastermind of the whole book have no back-up plan and just allow himself to be captured, off-page to boot.
Anyway, I thought it a very unsatisfying conclusion to the series. However, I was happy that I didn’t start reading until all three books had been released. I would have hated to wait a year for the final book to come out and then be so disappointed. In fact, I think I’m going to make this a new rule with all trilogies or series; I’ll wait until it’s all done, thanks anyway, Mr. Martin.
Did anyone else read the series? What did you think? Am I being too hard on the final book because I liked the first one so much? Did anyone else want to slap Katniss about ten times during the final installment?