{"id":227,"date":"2011-03-04T07:00:53","date_gmt":"2011-03-04T15:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/?p=227"},"modified":"2011-03-03T23:51:09","modified_gmt":"2011-03-04T07:51:09","slug":"mark-reads-mockingjay-chapter-26","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/2011\/03\/mark-reads-mockingjay-chapter-26\/","title":{"rendered":"Mark Reads &#8216;Mockingjay&#8217;: Chapter 26"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the twenty-sixth chapter of <em>Mockingjay<\/em>, HOW THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK <strong>OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING OH MY GOD I AM NEVER GOING TO RECOVER FROM THIS BOOK<\/strong>. Intrigued? Then it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s time for Mark to read <em>Mockingjay<\/em>.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><!--more-->Out in the hall, I find Paylor standing in exactly the same spot. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Did you find what you were looking for?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she says.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>JESUS CHRIST THIS IS SO LOADED WITH SUBTEXT AND MEANING AND I SERIOUSLY WANT TO CLIMB INTO BED AND CUDDLE THE SHIT OUT OF MY BLANKET AND BASICALLY SLEEP FOR A WEEK SO I NEVER HAVE TO FACE THIS EVER AGAIN.<\/p>\n<p>My god, Suzanne Collins, this is so depressing. Beyond depressing. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m gutted. What you have done here is so unbelievably poetic IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE. I mean\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<em>this is some deep shit<\/em>. And I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mean that facetiously, either. The way you have just twisted the rebel leadership to be no better than the Capitol\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6my god. You are a genius.<\/p>\n<p><em>Somebody hold me. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>Strangely, Katniss seems unable to figure out if Snow is telling the truth. However, I get the sense that deep down, she knows he is right. The actions are simply too absurd for the Capitol, and that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s saying a lot.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Suddenly, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m thinking of Prim, who was not yet fourteen, not yet old enough to be granted the title of soldier, but somehow working on the front lines. How did such a thing happen? That my sister would have wanted to be there, I have no doubt. That she would be more capable than many older than she is a given. But for all that, someone very high up would have had to approve putting a thirteen-year-old in combat. Did Coin do it, hoping that losing Prim would push me completely over the edge? Or, at least, firmly on her side? I wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even have had to witness it in person. Numerous cameras would be covering the City Circle. Capturing the moment forever.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>To be honest, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d not even considered the possibility. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d just assumed that it was coincidence that Prim was there, a form of commentary on Collins\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s part about how war in unpredictable, brutish, and nasty. But now, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m thinking about how sadistic and uncaring Coin and Plutarch have been this whole time. This now seems like an entirely plausible (and completely awful) possibility.<\/p>\n<p>Desperate to help figure out the ramifications of what President Snow just told her, Katniss realizes there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s really only one person left for her to talk to: Haymitch. She can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t face Gale, knowing it may have been his bomb that killed Prim, and she doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think burdening Peeta with this will help him at all. (That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s actually pretty considerate of her.)<\/p>\n<p>We learn Haymitch is also living in the mansion and has resumed living in his normal squalor of rotting food, broken furniture, and alcohol. Katniss greets him with a familiar routine, too: waking him up with a pitcher of water. Unfortunately, the conversation is an instant disaster.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I need your help,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I say.<\/p>\n<p>Haymitch belches, filling the air with white liquor fumes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What is it, sweetheart? More boy trouble?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know why, but this hurts me in a way Haymitch rarely can. It must show on my face, because even in his drunken state, he tries to take it back. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Okay, not funny.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m already at the door. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Not funny! Come back!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d By the thud of his body hitting the floor, I assume he tried to follow me, but there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no point.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>It just all hurts at this point. I feel like Collins has brought all of her characters, all the people we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve come to enjoy and cherish and even be annoyed by, to a point where they are damaged by the events of the past two years that there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s little chance they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll escape the pain and the anguish of the Capitol. Even though the rebels won, Collins made sure to show us that it was not a cure-all to everyone\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s emotional, physical, and mental ailments. That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going to take a whole lot more.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The encounter with Snow opens the door to my old repertoire of nightmares. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s like being stung by tracker jackers again.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>As a reader, I just feel helpless. I want Katniss to be happy, more than anything else right now, and I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do a thing. Collins, you are making this one difficult read. It doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get a bit easier when, later that day, Katniss is visited by a few surprise guests.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I rise and reach for a towel to smother it, when there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a tentative knock and the bathroom door opens, revealing three familiar faces. They try to smile at me, but even Venia can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t conceal her shock at my ravaged mutt body.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>OH MY GOD <strong>KATNISS\u00e2\u20ac\u2122S PREP TEAM SURVIVED!!!!!<\/strong> Oh my god A HAPPY MOMENT. I WILL ACCEPT IT. I DON\u00e2\u20ac\u2122T CARE.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Surprise!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Octavia squeaks, and then bursts into tears. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m puzzling over their reappearance when I realize that this must be it, the day of the execution. They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve come to prep me for the cameras.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>How horrifically ironic is this? Katniss went to the Capitol to kill Snow so she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d never have to participate in this charade again. And here she is, about to execute President Snow and she has to get made up again.<\/p>\n<p>Fucked up. This is so fucked up.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>In the bedroom, I find another surprise. Sitting upright in a chair. Polished from her metallic gold wig to her patent leather high heels, gripping a clipboard. Remarkably unchanged except for the vacant look in her eyes.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Effie,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I say.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Ok, so I was literally in such a fragile state from the shock and terror of this book that when I read this, I almost burst into tears at the very concept that Effie was still alive. Good god, I missed her so much.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hello, Katniss.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She stands and kisses me on the cheek as if nothing has occurred since our last meeting, the night before the Quarter Quell. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, it looks like we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got another big, big, big day ahead of us. So why don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you start your prep and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll just pop over and check on the arrangements.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Okay,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I say to her back.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153They say Plutarch and Haymitch had a hard time keeping her alive,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d comments Venia under her breath. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153She was imprisoned after your escaped, so that helps.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Oh, Effie. So much suffering. UGH SERIOUSLY, I AM SO FUCKING SAD RIGHT NOW.<\/p>\n<p>No, wait, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not. Before we get to more sad, I had to laugh at this.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I brought you this.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Gale holds up a sheath. When I take it, I notice it holds a single, ordinary arrow. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s supposed to be symbolic. You firing the last shot of the war.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What if I miss?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I say. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Does Coin retrieve it and bring it back to me? Or just shoot Snow through the head herself?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>LOL LOL LOL <strong>I WOULD LITERALLY ASK THE EXACT SAME QUESTION BECAUSE I WOULD SERIOUSLY MISS<\/strong>. Oh god, thank you for this part so much, Collins.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t miss.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Oh. Done with the LOLs.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t come see me in the hospital.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t answer, so finally I just say it. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Was it your bomb?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know. Neither does Beetee,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Does it matter? You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll always be thinking about it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>He waits for me to deny it; I want to deny it, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s true. Even now I can see the flash that ignites her, feel the heat of the flames. And I will never be able to separate that moment from Gale. My silence is the answer.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shoot straight, okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He touches my cheek and leaves.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>ENDLESS. FUCKING. TEARS. I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even. I just want to sob for days. THERE\u00e2\u20ac\u2122S STILL MORE TO THIS BOOK AND I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122M ALREADY A FUCKING WRECK.<\/p>\n<p>And this is when Collins does something that is so shocking, so mind-numbing, that I had to put down the book and take a walk because it upset me so much. Before taken to the execution, Katniss is lead to a room where there are six other people: Peeta, Johanna, Beetee, Haymitch, Annie, and Enobaria. They are the only seven surviving rebel victors. Coin arrives to announce what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going on: Snow\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s execution is just in a few hours. Hundreds of people are awaiting their execution. But Coin worries that this is not enough for the victims, that it is not enough to even remotely make up for the suffering the citizens of Panem have gone through. She does not want to kill all Capitol citizens, out of fear of being unable to sustain a population. She proposes her idea:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So, an alternative has been placed on the table. Since my colleagues and I can come to no consensus, it has been agreed that we will let the victors decide. A majority of four will approve the plan. No one may abstain from the vote,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d says Coin. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What has been proposed is that in lieu of eliminating the entire Capitol population, we have a final, symbolic Hunger Games, using children directly related to those who held the most power.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/28.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lhcx8liPx91qh1r7ao1_250.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"213\" height=\"123\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lhanxl6aWW1qbjplq.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"310\" height=\"169\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lhahcgddqp1qbs34u.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"400\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lh91foQ8bI1qf1soz.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"192\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lh91qwVVd41qf1soz.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"218\" height=\"145\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>no no NO NO NO NO!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?!?!?!?@?!?!?!?!? THAT WAS <em>THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT OF THE GODDAMN WAR <\/em>OH MY GOD I THINK I JUST DROOLED ALL OVER MYSELF IN HORROR<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>THERE IS NO WORSE PLOT TWIST IN THE HISTORY OF PLOT TWIST. WHAT THE FUCK, COIN. HOW COULD YOU ASK THESE PEOPLE THAT. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. OH MY FUCKING GOD.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you joking?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d asks Peeta.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><em>RIGHT?!?!!?!?!?!?!<\/em> WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Was this Plutarch\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s idea?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d asks Haymitch.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It was mine,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d says Coin. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It seemed to balance the need for vengeance with the least loss of life. You may cast your votes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d bursts out Peeta. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I vote no, of course! We can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have another Hunger Games!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why not?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Johanna retorts. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It seems very fair to me. Snow even has a granddaughter. I vote yes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So do I,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d says Enobaria, almost indifferently. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let them have a taste of their own medicine.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>WHAT THE HOLY SHIT FUCK DAMN FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING. YOU GUYS HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME. WHAT ARE YOU DOING??????<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lgmyhpEUx21qdiu3b.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"400\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>I CAN HARDLY BREATHE<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153This is why we rebelled! Remember?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Peeta looks at the rest of us. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Annie?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I vote no with Peeta,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she says. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So would Finnick if he were here.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But he isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t, because Snow\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mutss killed him,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Johanna reminds her.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d says Beetee. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It would set a bad precendent. We have to stop viewing one another as enemies. At this point, unity is essential for our survival. No.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Three against two. Oh god, Katniss and Haymitch, please don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t vote yes. Katniss realizes that this must have been what happened seventy-five years before, with people arguing over <em>murdering children<\/em> just like this. This is exactly it. History is repeating itself.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I weigh my options carefully, think everything through. Keeping my eyes on the rose, I say, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I vote yes\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6for Prim.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>No. Katniss. No. You can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do it. Oh my god, my heart just shattered into a trillion pieces. Please don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get revenge like this. Please don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t murder children to get back at Snow.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment, then. When we find out exactly just how alike we are, and how much he truly understands me.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m with the Mockingjay,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. I cannot even. In a million years, I would have never guessed this ending. They have come full circle to continue the very thing they have been fighting to end. I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. I cannot deal with this.<\/p>\n<p>There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no time to mull over the dull terror spreading through me as Katniss is rushed through prep and taken outside the mansion to the City Circle, the same place where she watched her sister burned alive. Only now it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s frigid, freezing cold from the winter air, and I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help but feel that the contrast in weather\/temperature is a commentary on how frozen these people\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hearts have all become. This is the tragedy to <em>end all tragedies<\/em>. My god.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I feel the bow purring in my hand. Reach back and grasp the arrow. Position it, aim at the rose, but watch his face. He coughs and a bloody dribble runs down his chin. His tongue flicks over his puffy lips. I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s really happening. The end is here. And I do not feel any surge of joy or ecstasy over the murder of Snow. Instead, I feel dead inside. This solves nothing, the war was fought to perpetuate the same ideals as before, just to a new \u00e2\u20ac\u0153enemy.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I&#8217;m reminded of when I cheered so hard for Cato to get killed and then felt awful when he was.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>But there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s as if he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s speaking the words again. <em>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>He knows. He knows that he won. He knows that this is a pointless gesture. Jesus christ.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s right. We did.<\/p>\n<p>The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lguiev3DUJ1qzbl7f.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"113\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/25.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lh8thjhYxU1qhxr17o1_500.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"197\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/26.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lh9ea4PNVA1qesnowo1_500.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"463\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lh2eqv6AlC1qcynw5.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"360\" height=\"203\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>WHAT.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>THE.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>FUCK..<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sorry. <em>This<\/em> is worst plot twist in the history of all plot twist. I am in complete shock.<\/p>\n<p>NEVER. PREPARED. EVER.<\/p>\n<p>A quick note about next week&#8217;s scheduling. Here&#8217;s how it will go down:<\/p>\n<p>Monday, March 7: Chapter 27<br \/>\nTuesday, March 8: Epilogue\/Final Thoughts\/Series Wrap-Up<br \/>\n<strong>Friday, March 11: The beginning of Mark Reads <em>The Book Thief<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>EXCITE!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the twenty-sixth chapter of Mockingjay, HOW THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING OH MY GOD I AM NEVER GOING TO RECOVER FROM THIS BOOK. Intrigued? 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