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

But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.

Really? What did you cost me again? I ask. A lot of trouble. Don't worry. You'll get it all back,he says.

Hey, look at this!" He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. "You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls," he says earnestly to Finnick. "No, it doesn't," says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that's how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.

It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers.