He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

I vote yes....for Prim.

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.

Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother's face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died.

You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay