But Peeta’s voice stops me. “We better take it slow on that stew. Remember the first night on the train? The rich food made me sick and I wasn’t even starving then.” Starving people are so well known for their sensible, rational approach to having food again, amiright? There’s just so many problems with this. …

My mother’s hand strokes my cheek and I don’t push it away as I would in wakefulness, never wanting her to know how much I crave that gentle touch. How much I miss her even though I still don’t trust her. I wish we had more of this when it came to her mother.  It’s…

My ability to kill at a distance is my greatest asset, but I know I’ll have to go right into the thick of things to get that backpack What am I even looking at? Katniss, if you can kill at a distance, then you don’t have to go into the thick of anything.  There’s two…

Getting the broth into Peeta takes an hour of coaxing, begging, threatening, and yes, kissing Will this ever not be creepy?  Let’s play a game.  It’s called “how many different ways can Katniss be coerced into kissing Peeta on national television while the text never treats this as odd.” I automatically look around for a…

Whatever doubts I’ve had about him dissipate because if either of us took the other’s life now we’d be pariahs when we returned to District 12. Katniss doesn’t pair up with Peeta because she actually wants to see him live through this or because she’s a decent person or anything like that.  No, she does…