“I just murdered a member of our squad!” shouts Peeta. “You pushed him off you. You couldn’t have known he would trigger the net at that exact spot,” says Finnick, trying to calm him. “Who cares? He’s dead, isn’t he?” Not to sound too calloused here, but…I’m with Peeta on this one.  A person who…

It’s as if in an instant, a painted window shatters, revealing the ugly world behind it. Laughter changes to screams, blood stains pastel stones, real smoke darkens the special effect stuff made for television. I think the worst part of all of this is that we’re 2/3rds into a book about a revolution and even…

I’ve never really seen Boggs angry before. Not when I’ve disobeyed his orders or puked on him, not even when Gale broke his nose. But he’s angry when he returns from his phone call with the president. Pointing out your protagonist-centered morality doesn’t make it magically better. Soldier Jackson, his second in command Everyone in…

They even gas us. Johanna and I are the only ones who get our masks on in time. The rest of our squad gets knocked out for ten minutes. And the supposedly harmless gas I took a few lungfuls of gives me a wicked headache for the rest of the day. Nothing that knocks you…

[After being told she’s not going to the capitol fighting] “That’ll be too late! I’ll miss all the fighting. You need me — I’m the best shot you’ve got!” I shout. I don’t usually brag about this, but it’s got to be at least close to true. Dafuq? Katniss has been in exactly one combat…