Mockingjay review

My rating:⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Page count:390


Summary from Goodreads:

My name is Katniss Everdeen.

Why am I not dead?

I should be dead.

Katniss Everdeen, girl on fire, has survived, even though her home has been destroyed. Gale has escaped. Katniss’s family is safe. Peeta has been captured by the Capitol. District 13 really does exist. There are rebels. There are new leaders. A revolution is unfolding.

It is by design that Katniss was rescued from the arena in the cruel and haunting Quarter Quell, and it is by design that she has long been part of the revolution without knowing it. District 13 has come out of the shadows and is plotting to overthrow the Capitol. Everyone, it seems, has had a hand in the carefully laid plans–except Katniss.

The success of the rebellion hinges on Katniss’s willingness to be a pawn, to accept responsibility for countless lives, and to change the course of the future of Panem. To do this, she must put aside her feelings of anger and distrust. She must become the rebels’ Mockingjay–no matter what the personal cost. 


IM STILL IN SHOCK. I CANT EVEN FUNCTION BECAUSE OF THIS BOOK. A week later, I’m still frozen from the shock of this series. The AMAZINGNESS is blinding me! The entire time, I was on the edge of my seat from the excitement that came with EVERY SINGLE PAGE. Some people think the last two books weren’t that good. Well I say “HATERS BACK OFF!” I didn’t put this book down once, and powered through it. And boy, that ending killed me. I’m so glad that she assassinated Coin. That was genius! Thankfully, Snow still died. But still, the epilogue needed 20 more pages. I didn’t get the closure I needed to heal the wounds this series caused. I wish Gail had been a part of the ending in some way. And I need more of Katniss and Peeta!


FINNICK- I love Finnick so much! He’s so brave, and courageous. I still don’t understand why he had to die, and he’d just gotten married!

JOHANNA- Her sassy attitude, and her rude remarks actually made me end up liking her in the end. 

PEETA-I LOVE PEETA! He is my ultimate SHIP. He’s sooo friendly, and it was so sad how he got tortured. But still, who doesn’t love that quote at the end of the book?!

KATNISS- Do I even need to explain my love for Katniss? Her female independence and bravery is so awesome, and she’s definitely my favorite female character of all time. 

GAIL- Even I knew from the start he wouldn’t end up with Katniss, I couldn’t help but love him. I mean, he’s played by Liam Hemsworth. Who doesn’t love Liam?

PRIMROSE- She was such a mature character, and I admired her a lot. Her death was soooo sad.

Overall & Recommendations:

So basically all i did in this review was rant on and on about the FREAKIN AMAZINGNESS of this series. So, is you haven’t read this series, drop every single thing you’re doing, plan an entire weekend dedicated to marathon this series. Do yourself a favor and pick up the movies too. A great series for mature 12+. 

Quotes I Love:

“You love me. Real or not real?”

I tell him, “Real.” 

“It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.” 

“Well, don’t expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.” 

“You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.

“Real,” I answer. “Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.” 

“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.” 

“Finnick?” I say, “Maybe some pants?”

He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. “Why? Do you find this” — he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose — “distracting?”

I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell” 

“Some walks you have to take alone.” 

“I clench his hands to the point of pain. “Stay with me.”

His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always,” he murmurs.” 

“Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.”

“Are you, are you coming to the tree? 

Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. 

Strange things did happen here. 

No stranger would let it be if we met up 

At midnight in the hanging tree.” 

“I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” 

“Closing my eyes doesn’t help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.”

“That 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.” 

“They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.” 

“She’s not here,” I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. “She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim.” At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. “Get out!” He dodges the pillow I throw at him. “Go away! There’s nothing left for you here!” I start to shake, furious with him. “She’s not coming back! She’s never ever coming back here again!” I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. “She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead.” 

“There’s a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don’t give up on him.”

“What about Gale?”

“He’s not a bad kisser either,” I say shortly. 

“And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?” He asks. 

“No. It wasn’t okay with either of you. But I wasn’t asking your permission,” I tell him. 

Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. “Well, you’re a piece of work, aren’t you?” 

“Finnick!” Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman–dark tangled hair, sea green eyes–runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. “Finnick!” And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. 

A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.” 

“Yes,” I whisper. The red blinking light on one of the cameras catches my eye. I know I’m being recorded. “Yes,” I say more forcefully. Everyone is drawing away from me—Gale, Cressida, the insects—giving me the stage. But I stay focused on the red light. “I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I’m right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women, and children. There will be no survivors.” The shock I’ve been feeling begins to give way to fury. “I want to tell people that if you think for one second the Capitol will treat us fairly if there’s a cease-fire, you’re deluding yourself. Because you know who they are and what they do.” My hands go out automatically, as if to indicate the whole horror around me. “This is what they do! And we must fight back!”

I’m moving in toward the camera now, carried forward by my rage. “President Snow says he’s sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that?” One of the cameras follows as I point to the planes burning on the roof of the warehouse across from us. The Capitol seal on a wing glows clearly through the flames. “Fire is catching!” I am shouting now, determined that he will not miss a word. “And if we burn, you burn with us!”


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