Suzanne Collins deserves all the stars in the Panem sky. Five out of five, no question! I devoured this book like it was a Capitol feast, and let me tell you, it’s a heart-pounding, tear-jerking masterpiece. 

Haymitch Abernathy, our grumpy, whiskey-soaked hero, FINALLY gets his moment in the spotlight, and I am loving it. Young Haymitch is everything: witty, scrappy, and a rapscallion, even when he’s knee-deep in Quarter Quell chaos.

This book is a love letter to Haymitch stans (hi, me!) and a brutal reminder of why we fell for this dystopia in the first place. It’s sharp, it’s emotional, and it’s got that spark of rebellion that makes me want to dye my hair red and storm something. Collin’s also doesn’t let you rest for A MOMENT. Bam, death. Bam, next death. Everyone you rooting for inevitably dies horribly. You knew it’d happen, of course, but damn if it doesn’t hurt. If you’re not screaming obscenities at Snow by the end, check your pulse. I need the movie, like, yesterday!

*pokes Suzanne* Johanna Mason next, please.