Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

She genuinely likes people. All people, not just a select few she's spent years making up her mind about.

They're betting on how long I'll live!" I burst out. "They're not my friends!" "Well, try and pretend!" snaps Effie. Then she composes herself and beams at me. "See, like this. I'm smiling at you even though you're aggravating me.

He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.

I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm so grateful that he's here, not dead by the stream as I'd thought. So glad I don't have to face Cato alone.

I know. I was hoping," I say. "Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch. I don't argue because, of course, he's right.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream.