I’m up here living on the side of a mountain, literally, and I’m surrounded by family. I might just throw someone off our porch and it’s only day two.
Anyways, my point is that I’m here with no one to talk. No one to share this experience with. I’ve never been on a trip where I didn’t have anyone to call at the end of my day.
Sorry, it’s just my cousin calls her fiance every night and it makes me lonely.
I don’t really know what to do with myself now. I mean besides start a new series of books.
At first I didn’t realize that the ending was just so unfortunate. It truly is depressing if you think about it. The only good thing that happened for the country is that the actual hunger games no longer continues.
Why can’t Katniss just be an independent woman like she had always planned? Of all people, why Peeta? And really, the three victors from District 12 all survive and continue their lives back there?!?
Great books, don’t get me wrong. It’s just there’s some stereotypical shit going down when all this other madness breaks out. Shouldn’t have you continued in that sense?
