They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.

My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.

I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.” I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.

I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick.

so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists