What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness? Because lord knows a “hospital” full of sick and dying bomb victims isn’t going to do it.  Nope.  Katniss will only be broken over the boy toy in her life.  Even though Snow is in on the fact that…

The scream begins in my lower back …what? “And you … in Thirteen … dead by morning!” Yet no one is asking about the messenger whose blood has been replaced by static. Well, they do have more immediate concerns.  You know, like the threat that just got issued.  If they were just brushing everything off,…

I stop trying to sleep after my first few attempts are interrupted by unspeakable nightmares. Finally!  Some actual consequences from all those nightmares we keep hearing about! …which then segues into absolutely no consequences from sleep deprivation.  She summarizes the whole rest of her day, so I guess technically there’s room for her to be…

Boggs appears and gets a firm lock on my arm, but I’m not planning on running now. How convenient that the world never actually gets in the way of Katniss’s whims. Boggs quickly examines my face, then scoops me up and jogs for the runway. Okay.  But.  The only injuries Katniss sustained were from the…

“You will. Just let them see you. That will do more for them than any doctor in the world could.” Ah, we’ve reached this chapter. The chapter where Katniss does more good with her mere presence than pain killers and laughing gas combined.  Because she’s just that flipping awesome.  Go ahead.  Let’s start this chapter…