Oh noes! Today is the last days of my classes!
I mean there's still the finals week but I won't be attending my class anymore.
I was pretty melancholic and introspective today. Mostly because Mockingjay was still trapped inside my head and today was the last day of classes and I was sleepy.
I was in total need of someone to debate and discuss with.
This is why I need a boyfriend...I need someone that is obliged to listen to me.
Seriously.
Anyways I just finished making my mushy birthday letter to Bubbles and I'm so much more happier...
Yes, I just needed to let it out.
I still need to think about Mockingjay and I'll pro'lly read it again just so I can make a real review of the book. The Hunger Games trilogy is pro'lly the only book besides the Kite Runner to have been able to give me this melancholic, grasping feeling.
It's like I need to talk to someone about this. I need others' opinions about it, I need to fully understand.
I did that in my finals for HUMALIT for Kite Runner. I still don't have it for Mockingjay though I've talked to Chii about it. At least some part of it.
Which reminds me, HUMALIT is pro'lly the class that I will miss the most because I love the professor and the way she teaches and the subject.
Next is BUSORGA, then a tie between HUMAART and COMP1LM and lastly BUSMATH...although I love all of them, or at least my profs.
I need to pass my finals tho,
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Thursday, August 26, 2010
Mockingjay: The Finish
This book was literally something I could not put down.
It sucked it me up into it's world and reality pretty much melted away.
I've missed messages and IMs and my bedtime curfew all because MY world became a secondary thing.
Mockingjay is spellbinding.
I cried like a baby, especially where Peeta is concerned. Katniss is someone you can connect with, she's real...or as real as any fictional character can be.
Although I spoiled myself and skipped to the ending earlier that did not stop me from worrying over Peeta. And of course the deaths of all other beloved characters pulled a chord in my heart. Right now I'm still on my last sniffles.
Cinna, Bogg, Finnick, Prim, Castor, the Leeg twins, ...so many died.
I was especially sad about Cinna, Finnick and Prim's death. And the way Collins wrote it, she's a lot like Peeta, she can paint a picture with just words. And the pictures were vivid, tragic, overwhelming.
I'm glad though that President Coin was killed.
I never did like her. And as much as I didn't like President Snow, he does have a point of not wasting lives.
And of course I will never, ever believe in anything or anyone that condones sacrificing a child's life to teach other people, specifically adults a lesson.
When P.Coin suggested a new Hunger Games for the Capitol's children I wanted to kill her then and there. I didn't agree with Katniss going with it even if the decision is for Prim.
It would become a cycle. What would happen seventy-five years later then? Would there be another uprising?
Thank god, Katniss shot Coin at the last moment.
Perhaps that was what Bogg's last commands meant. Do not trust Coin. She's no better than Snow.
The whole book is pretty much filled with heart wrenching scenes with a couple of witty lines and phrases here and there that made me laugh even while I was crying.
I'm totally glad that Katniss ended up with Peeta, of course. Even when I was in book 1 I knew instinctively that what Katniss needed was Peeta and not Gale. Peeta is stable, kind...he represents the kind of ideal hope and strength. The good kind, the kind that understands and values life as is should be. And that's what balances Katniss. Earth. Earth can temper the fire while wind only makes it grow. Katniss needs someone to mellow her down and be with someone who will always put her as a first priority.
So this is mostly my feelings because I've just finished reading the book and it's almost 4am and I only have five hours left of sleep and I've been crying my eyes out since chapter five. These are raw and absolutely the only thing my brain can still process. I wanted to fully understand Katniss and why she can't choose between Gale and Peeta but I can only understand a layer of it, I can only try to use what range of emotions I do know to substitute it with the real emotions.
I don't know deep love or need of someone. I don't have the kind of strong connection of mutual trust that Katniss and Gale had. Or that Katniss knows that the only person that needs Peeta is her. I don't know agonizing loneliness or painful loss of a loved one, regret of taking something so utterly wonderful for granted only to lose it. I don't know insanity or that feeling that drives people to suicide, the feeling of killing someone or for being the cause to hundreds of killing. The fear, the pain, the confusion, the paranoia...all the conflicting emotions, the doubts, the convictions.
The way Collins write helps. But I can only scratch through a layer of it and even then I am moved through tear for almost the entire book.
I write all these because I don't want to lose them. This first reaction. I'll probably write a better review tomorrow when I'm functioning better but this is uncensored, this is mostly feelings I have with the book.
It sucked it me up into it's world and reality pretty much melted away.
I've missed messages and IMs and my bedtime curfew all because MY world became a secondary thing.
Mockingjay is spellbinding.
I cried like a baby, especially where Peeta is concerned. Katniss is someone you can connect with, she's real...or as real as any fictional character can be.
Although I spoiled myself and skipped to the ending earlier that did not stop me from worrying over Peeta. And of course the deaths of all other beloved characters pulled a chord in my heart. Right now I'm still on my last sniffles.
Cinna, Bogg, Finnick, Prim, Castor, the Leeg twins, ...so many died.
I was especially sad about Cinna, Finnick and Prim's death. And the way Collins wrote it, she's a lot like Peeta, she can paint a picture with just words. And the pictures were vivid, tragic, overwhelming.
I'm glad though that President Coin was killed.
I never did like her. And as much as I didn't like President Snow, he does have a point of not wasting lives.
And of course I will never, ever believe in anything or anyone that condones sacrificing a child's life to teach other people, specifically adults a lesson.
When P.Coin suggested a new Hunger Games for the Capitol's children I wanted to kill her then and there. I didn't agree with Katniss going with it even if the decision is for Prim.
It would become a cycle. What would happen seventy-five years later then? Would there be another uprising?
Thank god, Katniss shot Coin at the last moment.
Perhaps that was what Bogg's last commands meant. Do not trust Coin. She's no better than Snow.
The whole book is pretty much filled with heart wrenching scenes with a couple of witty lines and phrases here and there that made me laugh even while I was crying.
I'm totally glad that Katniss ended up with Peeta, of course. Even when I was in book 1 I knew instinctively that what Katniss needed was Peeta and not Gale. Peeta is stable, kind...he represents the kind of ideal hope and strength. The good kind, the kind that understands and values life as is should be. And that's what balances Katniss. Earth. Earth can temper the fire while wind only makes it grow. Katniss needs someone to mellow her down and be with someone who will always put her as a first priority.
So this is mostly my feelings because I've just finished reading the book and it's almost 4am and I only have five hours left of sleep and I've been crying my eyes out since chapter five. These are raw and absolutely the only thing my brain can still process. I wanted to fully understand Katniss and why she can't choose between Gale and Peeta but I can only understand a layer of it, I can only try to use what range of emotions I do know to substitute it with the real emotions.
I don't know deep love or need of someone. I don't have the kind of strong connection of mutual trust that Katniss and Gale had. Or that Katniss knows that the only person that needs Peeta is her. I don't know agonizing loneliness or painful loss of a loved one, regret of taking something so utterly wonderful for granted only to lose it. I don't know insanity or that feeling that drives people to suicide, the feeling of killing someone or for being the cause to hundreds of killing. The fear, the pain, the confusion, the paranoia...all the conflicting emotions, the doubts, the convictions.
The way Collins write helps. But I can only scratch through a layer of it and even then I am moved through tear for almost the entire book.
I write all these because I don't want to lose them. This first reaction. I'll probably write a better review tomorrow when I'm functioning better but this is uncensored, this is mostly feelings I have with the book.
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