But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.

My mother says healers are born, not made.

Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

No one really needs me,” he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice...“I do,” I say. “I need you.” He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.

Unfortunately, I can't seal the sponsor deals for you. Only Haymitch can do that," says Effie grimly. "But don't worry, I'll get him to the table at gunpoint if necessary." Although lacking in many departments, Effie Trinket has a certain determination I have to admire.

Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous.