Her name is Katniss and, yes, she's just as bad as crack

Okay. Alright. Jesus.

I'm assuming we've all gotten our copies of Mockingjay, oui? Excellent.

I now ask you to join me in a moment of silence, with our books raised well above our heads in silent prayer for the poor souls who were lost, the enemies that were made and the faces that were palmed during the completion of this task, being the final installment of the Hunger Games. We've laughed, we've cried (mostly cried) and, most importantly, we have loved. And now, we have lost. And there's a phrase which I won't repeat for decency's sake.

I'll just go on and get in my corner now, waiting out the shakes and maybe turning to drugs to fill this monumental gap in my life.

Kthx. Bai.