I'm not sure what I expected out of this book, but it wasn't what I got. And I think I'm glad. It's dark. And not just because of the body count, though that is shockingly high. The darkness comes from the damages to the heart that are endured, and from the fact that some wounds never fully heal. When fire has been so prominent in the series it's fitting to have a book so full of ashes. And Collins doesn't pull her punches. This book would have destroyed me had I read it even a year ago. Now I read it and I find myself nodding quietly. It's not pretty, but in the pain and savagery I recognize a different sort of beauty: honesty.