I didn't just dislike this book. I hated it.
I loved the first two. They were so inspirational that my daughter and I sat down and wrote our own book that we just got word will be published later this year. I loved everything about them. I loved the violence the themes, the characters, the messages, everything.
I hated Mockingjay. I read the whole thing in three days and every time I set it down, I thought, "who wrote this? Where did the characters go? Why would Collins change so much about them that we don't even recognize them? Why is this so depressing? Why is there no hero? Why is everyone dying? Why didn't she just follow the same formula that worked before?"
I've tired to let it go, but I loved the first two books. I read about 1,000 pages a week and I haven't been able to pick up another book yet because I can't get this awful taste out of my mouth.
I wish I never had read it and left my mind open to wonderful possibilities.