Mockingjay

I finished the third and final installment of the Hunger Games trilogy last night, and was rather disappointed. Suzanne Collins left so many parts unfinished. But my main issue with the book was the violence. I don't think I have read a more graphic book, and almost all of it was unnecessary. Her readers would have been just as riveted to her story without her additions of cruel deaths.
I was going to write more, but there is nothing more to say, except for the fact that I kept being reminded of twilight, in the way that it attracted readers. Love, action, and emotions that run extremely high. *Sigh*.

Her fingers,
stroke
the keys and they comply, willing to bend to her every wish.
The music rolls off her finger tips, a
purring
of types, as it begins to swell, and then
suddenly, she
pounces.
The keys are battered and bruised under her grasp,
but they rebound just in time to be broken again.
Victorious, and not the least bit flushed, she
settles
back, plays a couple of trills, her fingers once again
stroking,
and ends,
a true master of her instrument.