It's plain to see we're over
And I hate when things are over
With so much left undone
Yes, I spent all night singing Breakfast at Tiffany's to my copy of Mockingjay. I'm so sad that the series is over - I already miss the characters. I have to admit though, this was not my favorite of the trilogy. I'm not going to review it because there's no way to do that without spoilers, but I'll just tell you to have your tissues handy - for happy and sad crying.
Luke took a sad "Mockingjay is finished" picture of me. Notice my puffy eyes. And the fact that I'm laughing. This book made me temporarily bi-polar.
And my final Mockingjay moment:
Someone did this to my car in the school parking lot last night, which meant I had to call the police, fill out a report, etc, etc AND get Luke to come because originally that huge missing section of the bumper was wrapped around my back tire. I realize this isn't directly MJ related, but it made me over AN HOUR LATE getting home. Seriously? You are messing with my Mockingjay. I was livid.
If you hit a car in a parking lot hard enough to rip half of the bumper off, you notice. Here is what you should not do: just drive away and hope no one notices. I noticed. And you made me late for Mockingjay. Just hope I don't find out who you are because I might go all Katniss on you. My reading time, especially related to Hunger Games is not something to play around with.