“I could love you again” Katniss’ POV (midlogue)
Inviting him to join me on my daily trips to the woods has become an ordinary event. More often than not we find ourselves by the small cabin beside the lake, which was left surprisingly unscathed after the war. He asks me questions, some of which I’m not yet ready to answer. The topic of my past life in District Twelve proves to be a sore one because I find myself in tears when trying to formulate an answer. It’s not until a chilly autumn evening in the cabin that he brings up our relationship. “Katniss,” he pauses as if unsure of his words. “You and me, what was it like before the war?” The question catches me off guard, since his return to twelve we’ve never ventured past friendship. He’s sitting patiently beside me, eyes mesmerized by the burning coals of our campfire when I answer, “Well, you used to love me a lot. We protected each other from almost everything and spent most of our time together in the arenas.” I stop because I don’t trust myself to say more. We stay silent as he ponders my reply. It’s a while before he turns to me and says, “I think I could love you again”. So, when he leans towards me and his lips meet mine, I don’t resist. Though I still miss the old Peeta, the one who loved me unconditionally, I can’t help but feel a strange new sensation as he kisses me now. He’ll never be able to care for me with the same intensity he did before, but now we stand on mutual ground. Neither one loving more or less, accepting flaws and weaknesess, and comforting each other when the horrific memories of our past threaten to resurface.
give me something to remember: The humanity and realism of Katniss Everdeen.
The media and some of the movie cast talk about how Katniss is a very strong, powerful female character. Well, she is, but I think that they are overlooking some nuances that make her such a complex and realistic character. The movie makes Katniss more likable, more black…
omg I can’t wait for Catching Fire midnight premiere
We will all be like ” It’s start at midnight”
The Reaping from the Avox, Lavinia’s POV.
There’s a large, abandoned warehouse where we, the Avoxes, are sometimes permitted to watch small sections of important broadcasts if we are not otherwise needed (under heavy supervision, of course). The rich and prosperous do not like our eyes on their expensive televisions. I see only glimpses of television in passing or from the corner of my eye. Staring for too long results in punishment. We gave up the right to free information when we defied the Capitol. But my owner is attending the Capitol gathering to watch the reaping highlights tonight, so I am permitted to watch the broadcast in the warehouse. One old television sits in the middle of the room. The only noise in a crowd of the terminally silent. The Reapings go as usual; horrific, tiresome, thrilling. But the final District is being called, and then I see her, and her strong voice echoes around the space. I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute. Can it be her? Am I mistaken? No. You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.