I wonder if Effie will still be wearing that silly pink wig, or is she'll be sporting some other unnatural color especially for the Victor Tour.

Winning means fame and fortune. Losing means certain death. The Hunger Games have begun.

Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

Oh, he's on top of it. It was volunteer only, but he pretended not to notice me waving my hand in the air," says Haymitch. "See? He's already demonstrated good judgment.

I'm almost there, almost to the barricade, when I thinks she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.