June 2012
Last Friday Night. Hunger Games Style
- Katniss: There's a baker in my bed
- Cato: There's an arrow in my head
- Peeta: Flour all over the room
- Finnick: This arena's like a pool
- Effie: Haymitch smells like a minibar
- Haymitch: I was passed out in the yard
- Octavia: I just lost my other shoe
- Rue: Is this a stab wound or a bruise
- Katniss: Training scores ended up online, I'm screwed
- Haymitch: Oh well
- Glimmer: Tracker Jacker attack was a blur but I'm pretty sure it ruled
- Foxface: Damn
- All: Last Arena Night
- Katniss: Ya we shot some table tops
- Haymitch: And I took to many shots
- Peeta: Think I kissed Katniss but forgot
- All: Last Arena Night
“You know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same. Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed. Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling. It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in. It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad. Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in… Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page. When you’ve recovered from that state it’s just… quite sad.”
—
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
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