I feel like I've collided with a freight train face-first and got dragged along the underbelly for a few miles. Not the feel good book of the year. You don't finish with a fluffy-bunny outlook on life. If I was a crier, I'd burst into tears. Sheesh! 
 I'd start reading Mockingjay right now if I thought my emotions could take it. Better wait a few days and read something meaningless.