I have to give credit where credit is due. I really think the last book is a masterpiece, especially the ending. Suzanne Collins did an amazing job keeping the end realistic and not falling under the pressure of the public. These sorts of books tend to have a fairy tale ending, that pleases everyone but doesn’t even come close to what happens in real life.
This book teaches us about the effects of war. War is always destructive. Once the shots are fired, no one is out of harm’s way. For every drop of blood, all of humanity will have to pay the price.
Most young-adult books tend to have this sick notion of heroes. After they won the war, they just go back to their lives as if nothing has happened. You can’t just kill someone and then forget about it. You can’t watch hundreds of people die a horrible death, and then somehow you manage to close your eyes and sleep at night. No one comes out of a war in one piece.
You will be broken, probably for the rest of your life. And, things will never be the same. It doesn’t matter whose life you’re taking, unless you’re one of those brain-washed, blood-thirsty animals that fight in the middle-east, you will have nightmares that will wake you up in the middle of the night, sweating and screaming as if you’re hanging on for dear life. You’ll never be able to focus, because those flashbacks will haunt you day and night, triggered by the slightest thing.
“There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children.”
I really think it’s sick to teach children, that taking someone’s life is OK if you’re fighting for the right cause. This notion is reinforced by every american war movie I’ve ever seen. It’s revolting and frankly quite scary. Have you thought about the effects of such indoctrination on kids? You’re basically creating an army of future adults that don’t value human life. Does this ring any bells? You’re creating ISIS.
I am not saying that a war is not justified. In many cases, it is. You would never hear me discourage people from fighting against evil, terror and dictatorship. I’m just saying, you shouldn’t be happy about it. No matter who it is, this person you’re about to kill, he still remains a human being, and you’re still ending someone’s life. You know how much power that gives you: deciding someone’s fate? That should be the choice of God, not a mere human.
Fighting for a great cause is noble and the right thing to do. But, you should mourn every soul, every child that was orphaned. Taking someone’s life should be the last resort. The least amount of people killed, the better. Don’t just throw a bomb from your plane and hope it fell on the right people. Don’t get involved in a war, if you don’t know for sure that violence won’t make things worse. I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.
And, once the war is over, pray each night that you won’t have to go through it again.
“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.”
“But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever
really go away. I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when Imake a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do.”