I haven’t enjoyed this one as much as The Hunger Games to be honest. While the first book was fast-paced and written well and to the point, the Mockingjay offers a pale hero version of Katniss, lifeless and placid. One that’s sick and tiring easily, one that has to negotiate with the political leaders of the revolt so that she can have a cat in her quarters, one that goes from one guy to another and then back again.
Yeah, we wouldn’t want to lose our little Mockingjay when she’s finally begun to sing.
The post-traumatic stress, the mental breakdowns, the self-pity, the self-loathing, the nearing of insanity .. all of these things are realistic, yes, but a bit tiresome and not very interesting to read when it’s all the same and the narrator is drowning herself in it in the face of much greater things to the point where it detracts from the plot.