Mrs. Beckstead, I think I really have reason to hate you now

It seems to me that I can find no happy book. Everything I read makes me depressed. Everyone knows that to have a story you must have a conflict. In every good book the conflict is solved in some small or large way, either setting it up for a sequal or finshing the story completely. Every book I have read in the past couple of months has had bad endings that make me angry and sad. I just finished the third and final book of the Hunger Games series: Mockingjay. Oh baby, where do I begin? I think I hated it. Wait, yes I did. It was all over the place. My mom told me there was some serious controversy over it. Some said that they loved it and it was fantastic while others declared that it could have been a book from a different series; it was so far from the other two. I don't think it was nessecarily so far from the other two books as much as I hated the contents. There was so much gore and some many people died that didn't need to. And the guy who the main character ended up with made me very angry because I wanted her to be with the other person. But the way the author made it so she couldn't be with the other guy just enraged me further. I wouldn't say the other two books were cheerful but they certainly didn't have the darkness that this one had. I almost can't even explain all my frustrasion. So I'll stop now before I go on a book drunk rampage.

"Well that's a curious thing to keep in your sock."

My mom, dad, Courtney and I went to see the seventh installment of Harry Potter tonight. Oh baby. That was surely amazing and horrifing at the same time. It left out or changed things that I was mad about but I won't say because I don't want to spoil it for anyone. The whole reason I decided to write this post though was because as I was sitting there and watching *cough, cough* a certain, someone die at the end of the movie I thought "How amazing is it that the woman that wrote this can make someone want to cry over the death of a fictional character? How completely and totally awesome would you have to be to make someone cry at the end of the sixth book?" And, of course, I was thinking she must be rolling in the dough but I kind of decided to keep that to myself. But how cool is it that just regular people like you or you or even YOU could write a book and have it be so good that people get into fierce arguments about it or debate topics about it or have whole conventions devoted to it. I could talk on for HOURS about Harry Potter and all these little things in the books and speculate on whether or not he ever forgives Draco or whether or not him and the Dursley's ever hook up again. And none of this ever happened, not a single character is real. Yet people get all up in arms about this stuff. That just amazes me at how gifted with words you have to be to have that happen. Okay. I'm done now.