The response to yesterday's post has emboldened me. Today I'm going to air my disappointment with the final chapter of the Hunger Games.
First, Suzanne Collins is one of the writers that made me cry in shame. She's brilliant with the way she handles scene and chapter breaks. Her descriptions draw you in and rip at your emotions.When I read the Hunger Games I knew I should give up writing and never try again because I would never be as good as her.
However, whereas Tolkien dragged out his ending, I felt Collins rushed the end of Mockingjay. After investing so much of my time and emotions in the lives of Katniss, Peeta, Gale, et al, I needed more closure than we were given. Sure the wrap up was there, but none of the details I craved.
It felt like Collins got tired, or someone told her she could only have five more pages to wrap everything up. (Yes, I know I'm sort of contradicting my thoughts from yesterday).
The point(s) I'm trying to make this week is this:
- There is a fine line between a great ending and a "meh" ending.
- The ending is JUST as important as the beginning, maybe more so because it's the last thing the reader reads.