Well , I’ve officially completed the Hunger Games trilogy today . Everytime I finished a book , I will feel this sense of loss – like I’ve just lost a really awesome and good friend . Similarly , after reading all 3 books , I’ve felt this loss too . Only , this 3 books really impacted and affected me so much . And the worst part , I can’t even put a finger as to why this series had impacted me so much . Perhaps I should try and reason it out …..
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Well , Mockingjay was probably the saddest book I’ve ever read so far and I was moved to tears a couple of times . Now , I’m the kind of person who doesn’t really get moved to tears that easily when reading books . I guess it’s because most of the books I picked up had happy endings instead . Hence , I don’t usually cry when I read , but this time , it’s different . Of course , it wasn’t those long flowing sobs . It’s just feeling tears welling up , threatening to spill onto your cheeks and when your voice just gets a little bit thicker . So , of course , it’s definitely a big deal for me . Their sad scenes , such as reading how Peeta changed under the hands of the merciless and philistine Capitol authorities , reading how Finnick (whom I’ve gotten to love too due to his humour) and Prim died , how Katniss’s mother wasn’t the same again and abandoned her to fend for herself in District 12 . How they suffered under the hands of President Snow and the Peacekeepers from the Capitol – even after the war was over . Their gory scenes , such as reading how Katniss had to survive 24 needles jabbing at the ribs (which btw , made all my limbs wobbly and made me cringe) and reading how her skin flaked off to her shirts , how blood clots formed because her artificial skin was damaged . Their horrors at human rights scenes which left me shocked . The cruelty and draconian measures the Capitol and President Coin did to stop the rebels and end the war and also how they would not hesitate to have mass public executions and the torture devices they used to torture Peeta . All these just left a deep image in my heart . It is a fiction book , no doubt , but I just can’t help getting reminded how their life was similar to those living in totalitarian regimes . (I’ve mentioned this before) The ending was a happy ending – Peeta got back to normal and Katniss and Peeta ended up getting together and being married . I never liked Gale from the start and I was glad that he was gone – off to another district , not dead . (Sorries to all the Gale lovers , but I just don’t fancy him so much compared to Peeta and Finnick) They were finally together , just like how I wanted them to be right from the start . But amidst those happy endings , I know they’ll never be the same again . Because they went through so much , so much that it changed them entirely . And when they made the book as a tribute to those who had died in the Hunger Games or during the war , it’s just so sad . And I felt actual sympathy for them because whatever it was , they won’t be able to forget those dark memories . It’ll continue to haunt them – even after having children . However , the saddest part is that they have to keep on living . I guess the good thing is that they’re learning to survive it together , having each other by their side . However , deep down , they may not be able to feel happy ever again .
“Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming of nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. That’s what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”