Most rats read. Our frustration is, we cannot hold a pen to write.

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

I drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.

Once I'm on my feet I realize escape might not be so easy.

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

I can hear President Snow's voice in my head. 'On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the capital, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.

You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.