The boy from District 1 dies before he can pull out the spear. My arrow drives deeply into the center of his neck. He falls to his knees and halves the brief remainder of his life by yanking out the arrow and drowning in his own blood. I’m reloaded, shifting my aim from side to…

But the apples must have set off enough mines, causing debris to activate the others. If all it takes is debris from a mine to set off the others, then why couldn’t she throw rocks until she hit one?  Then she wouldn’t have wasted three more arrows. For that matter, the mines are sensitive enough…

Rue has decided to trust me wholeheartedly. I know this because as soon as the anthem finishes she snuggles up against me and falls asleep. Katniss has done nothing to earn this trust.  She doesn’t do anything to display herself as exceptionally trustworthy, has made no move toward Rue except tossing her some leftovers, and…

This is the nature of the tracker jacker venom, so carefully created to target the place where fear lives in your brain. God damnit, book, make up your mind.  Are these land-mines-in-the-trees or not?  If they were designed to kill (most die after a few stings, the whole nest hunts down their target so they’ll…

Then I know. It’s a wasp nest. Fear shoots through me, but I have enough sense to keep still. While I don’t contest the reaction, I do take exception at calling it “sense.”  She’s been climbing all over this tree, inviting other people to climb it, shouting, chasing after arrows, and in general making a…