Peeta lays the morphling on the sand. She’s not even a person.  She’s “the morphling.”  She’s a thing.  She just died for your precious boyfriend, and you can’t even be bothered to call her by name or even think of her as a person. This book is feminist, and don’t you forget it. God, she…

I can tell that however much he denied it during the day, the aftereffects of hitting the force field have been significant. Of course they’re significant.  He’s been injured enough to cause death.  The fact that he’s still moving at all just means he’s either a zombie or a magician. He’s slow, much slower than…

Once in a blue moon, I’ve seen my mother try something similar, but not often. If your heart fails in District 12, it’s unlikely your family could get you to my mother in time, anyway. So her usual patients are burned or wounded or ill. So, yeah, no.  CPR is a crude, barely effective method…

I have less than a minute to get my bearings. Then the gong will sound and the tributes will be free to move off their metal plates. So…are there mines in the water? Katniss doesn’t really think about that, she just takes it as gospel fact that she can’t jump off her little plate early. …

“You’re like a bird.” “A mockingjay, I think,” I say, giving my wings a small flap. “It’s the bird on the pin I wear as a token.” I can’t be the only one that thinks Katniss sounds way too young here.  I mean, she’s up on stage flapping like a bird.  How am I even…