I fly down the hall into my room, bolt the door, and fling myself onto my bed. Then I really begin to sob. Damnit, Katniss. I really do want to feel bad for her here.  She’s got a legit thing to be upset about.  And crying in the bedroom isn’t really an unrealistic reaction.  On…

Why do these people speak in such a high pitch? Why do their jaws barely open when they talk? Why do the ends of their sentences go up as if they’re asking a question? Maybe you shouldn’t make that particular compliant by phrasing it as a series of questions…  Also, just every comment about the…

Slowly, I drag myself out of bed and into the shower. I arbitrarily punch buttons on the control board and end up hopping from foot to foot as alternating jets of icy cold and steaming hot water assault me. Then I’m deluged in lemony foam that I have to scrape off with a heavy bristled…

In a way, that’s a plus because at least she can be counted on to corral us around to places on time whereas we haven’t seen Haymitch since he agreed to help us on the train. … And, to hear her tell it, Effie knows everyone who’s anyone in the Capitol and has been talking…

Obviously Haymitch isn’t much, but Effie Trinket is right about one thing, once we’re in the arena he’s all we’ve got. This reads more like Effie reminded them of the mentor’s role, rather than that she informed them out of the blue.  And, indeed, Katniss knows all the ins and outs of gift giving later…