The Hunger Games Trilogy: sad, dark and tragic, but still...

I love it so much.

 

But before I say anything else, there are SPOILERS ahead, so If you haven't read the trilogy yet and don't want to know what happened, then don't read...

Okay... I readily fell in love with the first book despite the dark theme. It was well written and the characters and the storyline were very promising. Even from the start, it felt like it would be leaving a great impression to the reader. And it actually did to me.

I was very engrossed with the story up to the point that I hated the Capitol and President Coin so much. And then when I learned that Katniss and Peeta would participate again in the Hunger Games for the Quarter Quell, I almost threw the book at the wall, not because of hatred but of frustration. I was very frustrated because I found it very unfair and inhumane. Haha, see I was very in to it.

 Actually, the epilogue cheered me up despite the very sad ending of the book. It was filled with hope and was very heartwarming, which made me cry more. I'm saying it's sad because of the too many deaths that happened. I know they were in a war and that deaths happen in wars. But it was too much for me.

The first death that really shocked me was Cinna. I don't know but, I really, really like him. He was one of the first persons that believed in Katniss. That's why I was very disappointed when he died. I was actually hoping that he wasn't killed until they confirmed that he was killed.

Another was Finnick. Actually, when Katniss's companions were dying one after the other, while they were being chased by mutts I was like hoping that Finnick would survive since he's like one of the main characters in the story and that he should see their victory  at the end. But no... Finnick! Oh, for heaven's sake. Why should Finnick die? Poor Annie. The only redeeming part was that he was able to leave Annie a son.

And then there was Prim! Every single thing happened because of Prim. Because Katniss volunteered for Prim's place. But then, it was decided that Prim would die and in a horrible way. Poor Prim. Poor Katniss and her mother. Prim did not die in the games. But she died in the war while trying to save those poor children.

The problem here is that, the book will make you love those characters. And then when you love them too much already, they die. Actually, I was a bit prepared already with the deaths since the first book, because it says that the Hunger Games would only end until only one survives. I was saddened with Rue's death and I was like crying so much, but she has to die. At least it wasn't Katniss or Peeta who killed her. But I wasn't prepared for the likes of Finnick, Cinna and Prim to die. When they died, it felt like I don't care anymore who else will die next. Maybe Katniss and Peeta would also die. Anyway, too much tragedy...

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. 

The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. 

The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. 

That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

 Okay, about the love story part... At first I was in Team Gale. And then at the middle, I was converted into Team Peeta. It's just that Peeta is more honest than Gale. Gale only started to move when he had already lost Katniss and he did not actually pursued her much. I hated Katniss for the first parts because she wouldn't admit about her feelings. But I pity her when Peeta was like brain-washed. Anyway, I don't know why, but I like those kind of love stories. Those stories wherein one would forget about his/her love and then the partner will do everything to make his/her lover remember him/her again. And then even though the one who forgot couldn't remember anything about their  love, deep inside, there's a part of him/her that could still vaguely remember. It just shows that their love was so great and true. And I so love those kind of stories.

So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"

I tell him, "Real."