I wrote lengthy posts about The Hunger Games and Catching Fire, but I find that I don’t have much to write about Mockingjay — or rather, that I have just one thing to write.
The ‘Young Adult’ genre label doesn’t do the book justice. It’s much closer to All Quiet on the Western Front than Harry Potter. But this is science fiction at its best; the author has created a fantastic world that distances us from ourselves so that we can better see our own reflections.
Collins creates a compelling argument in three books, and long before she puts her message directly on the page, we have plenty of evidence to believe that “something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences.”
The book was exhausting, satisfying, aware of its own culpability, and it closed the series in a powerful, quiet way, just as it should have.
I’ve had this post sitting around for a while but hadn’t posted it. I remembered it yesterday when, a friend sent me a link to the NYT write up, called “Suzanne Collins’s War Stories for Kids.” It’s worth a read.