Series: Hunger Games Trilogy 2
First Published: September 1, 2009
Goodreads Blurb: Against all odds, Katniss has won the Hunger Games. She and fellow District 12 tribute Peeta Mellark are miraculously still alive. Katniss should be relieved, happy even. After all, she has returned to her family and longtime friend, Gale. Yet nothing is the way Katniss wishes it to be. Gale holds her at an icy distance. Peeta has turned his back on her completely. And there are whispers of a rebellion against the Capitol - a rebellion that Katniss and Peeta may have helped create.
Much to her shock, Katniss has fueled an unrest she's afraid she cannot stop. And what scares her even more is that she's not entirely convinced she should try. As time draws near for Katniss and Peeta to visit the districts on the Capitol's cruel Victory Tour, the stakes are higher than ever. If they can't prove, without a shadow of a doubt, that they are lost in their love for each other, the consequences will be horrifying.
After they finished the Games in the first book, I thought, "Now somebody please tell me what those other two books are for? Probably the rebellion, but why is the whole trilogy then called The Hunger Games?" And I can tell you, I was perfectly annoyed at how slowly that book started with all the details on the victory tour, the dresses, the threats to Katniss and the people she cares for. So when they announced the addition for the Quarter Quell, it was like bam! Hit me right in the face, I swear, and the book came fully back to live as I read on, my interest now fully sparked again. A second round of games, holy sh**! I wasn't even surprised that Katniss freaked as over-exaggerated like that. After that, everything was a great read just as much as the first book: the training, the dress!, Peeta pulling another piece of shocking news out his sleeve, and so on. And then the games themselves... I could've nerver come up with that! I also loved all the new characters, especially Finnick.
Then, the ending... Heart-wrecking, seriously. I thought Katniss would slaughter every last one of them... Gosh, I am really excited to start the last book now. Hopefully it's not starting out as lamely as this one. There are so many things that have to happen, and I don't want to wait to know them! Answers now! .... guess I have Katniss's short temper.. x)
Rating: Style: 4/5 -- Plot: 4/5 -- Characters: 5/5 -- Suspense: 5/5 -- Drama: 5/5 -- Humor: 4/5 -- Fantasy: 5/5
Overall Rating: 5 Hoods
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Quotes I liked:
I nod. He means there's only one future, if I want to keep those I love alive and stay alive myself. I'll have to marry.
Then, from somewhere in the crowd, someone whistles Rue's four-note mockingjay tune. The one that signaled the end of the workday in the orchards. The one that meant safety in the arena. By the end of the tune, I have found the whistler, a wizened old man in a faded red shirt and overalls. His eyes meet mine. What happens next is not an accident. It is too well executed to be spontaneous, because it happens in complete unison. Every person in the crowd presses the three middle fingers of their left hand against their lips and extends them to me. It's our sign from District 12, the last good-bye I gave Rue in the arena.
That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I am to act as desperately as I wish. Only not here, not quite yet.
Great. Now I have to go back and tell Haymitch I want an eighty-year-old and Nuts and Volts for my allies. He'll love that.
When we're called to eat, Haymitch pounces on me immediately. "So at least half the victors have instructed their mentors to request you as an ally. I know it can't be your sunny personality."
"They saw her shoot," says Peeta with a smile. "Actually, I saw her shoot, for real, for the first time. I'm about to put in a formal request myself."
"You're that good?" Haymitch asks me.
I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I'm naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I'm not naked. I'm in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it's the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that's when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
"Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say.
"It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks.
"Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.
Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do, especially if the target is unprepared. I lunge across the table and rake mine down Haymitch's face.