Well, I didn’t hate the ending. I’m not going to give away any spoilers, but — unlike too many novels that I’ve read in the past decade — the final hundred pages did not make me want to stab out my eyes with a sharpened pencil.
Someone mentioned to me yesterday that she thought the writing for each book had become weaker and weaker… and perhaps so. The first Hunger Games novel is certainly the tightest.
That said, I have absolutely no regrets in having read the series — in fact, I’m delighted that I did. I’m terribly happy that, in a post-Potter world, there are more books that can grip younger and not-so-younger readers alike.
And, best of all, no one “sparkled” at any point on any page. *very big grin*
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