We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.

Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.

Telling a story in a futuristic world gives you this freedom to explore things that bother you in contemporary times.

Haymich finally drops the good-natured act. "you know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first." Of course I do. Gale.

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

They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.