I reviewed both The Hunger Games and Catching Fire on Goodreads without spoilers, but Mockingjay hit me so hard that I feel like I need to do one of those reviews where I just pour it out. It goes without saying that if you haven’t read it yet, don’t read this review.
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After I finished Catching Fire, I debated going on to Mockingjay for about two hours before giving in. I couldn’t wait to find out what happened next.
Mockingjay is a completely different beast. We see Katniss in action in a whole new way. While the Hunger Games are very real in the first two books, the war between the Capitol and the districts bring the Games to a whole new level. The arena is the entire country of Panem instead of a contained area. The tributes are everyone Katniss has ever cared about and the entire rest of the country. And, the violence depicted in the first two books looks like nothing compared to the physical and psychological destruction in the third book.
This book sucked me under its tidal wave. Swell after swell pulled me under: Peeta’s capture and torture, the loss of life in District 12 (I so loved Madge), Peeta’s return and brainwash, and… the loss of Prim. This hit me like I imagine the house in The Wizard of Oz hit the witch. This series had already repeated pulled at my big sister heartstrings, but when Katniss lost the very person she’d been trying to protect all along, I lost it. There had already been times when I physically looked away from the book as if I could stop what was happening as I read, but when Prim died, I stopped reading, tears streaming down my cheeks. I think I even screamed. It was bad enough that countless numbers of children had been killed, but together it made me heartsick.
I cried on and off while reading the rest of the book. It hurt because like Katniss, I would do anything to protect my little sister. Even worse, the age difference between Prim and Katniss is the same age difference between my sister and I. When Suzanne Collins dropped the bomb that it may as well have been Gale who killed her, I lost it all over again. I hadn’t been able to decide whether I liked Gale or Peeta more, but by then it was clear that even if Peeta didn’t recover, Katniss wouldn’t end up with Gale.
I tend to get very invested in characters as it is, but Collins may as well have taken people from my life and put them in these books — that’s how real they felt to me. Long after finishing Mockingjay, I couldn’t stop thinking about Prim. It was a couple of days before I really started thinking about the ending.
I hate books that end neatly. Real life isn’t neat and there aren’t always happy endings; even when things are good, your life could just as quickly be disrupted by bad things. I liked that the ending mixed positive and negative aspects: Katniss and Peeta fell in love all over again; Katniss had finally created a world that she felt was safe enough to bring children into; the loss of Prim and all that she’d been through in the Games and the war haunted her until the very end. I think that was truly the point of these books; throughout the entire time, Katniss kept saying that she would never have children because of the Games and the way things were, but by becoming the Mockingjay and assassinating Coin, she changed Panem for the better. Things weren’t perfect, but they were better.
A lot of people said they thought the ending was rushed, but I don’t think so. I think it could have felt abrupt because Collins slams the reader with Prim’s death and Gale’s involvement so close to the end that you have to really let your mind and heart settle before you can think about anything else. My only complaint about the ending is that I would have liked to know a little more about Haymitch later on, but then again, this was never his story.
There was quite a bit of symbolism in this book and the series, but I loved the Mockingjay and phoenix comparison the most. Katniss is quite a dynamic character; in The Hunger Games, she doesn’t really want to change anything — she just wants to protect and take care of her family — but by the time Prim is killed, she quite literally rises from the flames and takes initiative to change Panem. Things may not be better for her personally, but they are for the country and its people.
I also liked that Collins wasn’t at all afraid to kill and maim characters, especially since these books are for middle grade kids. I often felt shocked at the amount of violence in them, but doesn’t that violence only just mirror our world? I’m still not sure how I’ll feel about my own child reading these at twelve, thirteen years old, but I commend Collins for fearlessly tackling these issues. In the world we live in, children are often used to solve adults’ problems. Just look at the kids used to lure in soldiers from the other side, kids hiding bombs in their clothing.
I think these books impacted me so hard precisely because they so clearly reflect the violence we try so hard to ignore these days. And, of course, because the loss of Prim felt as real to me as if I’d lost my own sister.
Even though it hurt like hell, I appreciated that the loss of Prim echoed the loss of Rue in The Hunger Games. It seems kind of obvious now that both Rue and Prim had to die, otherwise Katniss wouldn’t have assassinated Coin.
I gave all of these books five out of five stars, and would rate the series as a whole the same. I recommend that parents read the series before handing them over to your children, and that you be prepared to discuss these difficult topics with your kids.
I think it’ll be a while before I read any of these books again. It all still feels so fresh, and I’m still quite heartbroken over Prim. I haven’t been this hurt by a book since Stephen King’s The Dark Tower IV: Wizard and Glass. However, you know a book is good if it makes you feel – and Mockingjay sliced me up in ways that no knife ever could.








