This is what I leave for Gale at our usual meeting place on the first Sunday after the Harvest Festival. What day is the festival on?  Katniss, you believe that Snow is going to kill you for your failure and that you need to run away in the woods, but you wait some unknown amount…

In that one slight motion, I see the end of hope, the beginning of the destruction of everything I hold dear in the world. I can’t guess what form my punishment will take, how wide the net will be cast, but when it is finished, there will most likely be nothing left. It’s rather amazing…

Several of the soldiers have automatic weapons Are you sure? See, this is what happens when the whole rest of the book has been a mess of craziness.  I don’t know if the author knows what an automatic weapon is or not if she can’t even get their farming techniques in the right century.  Especially…

In the hallway outside my door, Haymitch gives my shoulder a pat and says, “You could do a lot worse, you know.” Well, I guess if you want to get technical, he could be a murderer or som- oh, wait, right.  Well, um, he could be the kind of guy who thinks he has a…

The smell of blood … it was on his breath. What does he do? I think. Drink it? I imagine him sipping it from a teacup. Dipping a cookie into the stuff and pulling it out dripping red. Really?  That’s the very first thought you go to?  Not, I don’t know, that he’s ill?  Blood…