I've read fantasies about war before. I'll review them some time, but to my main point. When war books end often I'm left with the feeling that perhaps it's not better. Perhaps the war was better. People got perspective. No matter how well the war was described I could not help but think stopping it really didn't matter.
Authors have a fear of killing off main characters and the people main characters love. Of going all the way. Of destroying half the world and all the main character's family with it. (I know because I am an author, but more on that later).
Not Suzane Collins. No. The world goes down in fire. They try there very best to keep everything peaceful, but it just doesn't work. And so they fight. They fight, and they win, but at such a terrible price and with such incredible tragedy that no one could argue that it was a good thing. From the first book a tone of tragedy is set, but it escalates untill it's unbearable, and then the characters she makes you fall in love with die, and die and die.
And in the end, out of the ashes, life goes on. And it's so beautifully done that it will never occur to you that perhaps it was better before. And it's pulled off so smoothly that anyone could seee there was no other way.
Breathtaking books. I don't care what you like, these books are incredible.
A little violent, a little morbid. For a teenage audience.
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