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YAYAYAYYAY!!!!!! I'm reading Catching Fire for the third time.
Me: (to my sister)I think I'm obsessed.
My sis: No, you're more than that.
I stayed up half the night reading, I didn't want to go to sleep.
I'm glad I'm reading this one because Catching Fire is the book where they introduce Finnick!
I think this is my favorite part in Catching Fire...
The coaching sessions have been canceled.
"Really?" says Peeta, taking the note from my hand and examining it. "Do you know what this means? We'll have the whole day to ourselves."
"It's too bad we can't go somewhere," I say wistfully.
"Who says we can't?" he asks.
The roof. We order a bunch of food, grab some blankets, and head up to the roof for a picnic. A daylong picnic in the flower farden that tinkles with wind chimes. We eat. We lie in the sun. I snap off hanging vines and use my newfound knowledge from training to practice knots and weave nets. Peeta sketches me. We make up a game with the force field that surrounds the roof-one of us throws an apple into it and the other person has to catch it.
No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta's lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he's practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. "What?" I ask.
"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live it forever," he says.
Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, make me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I'll never have, I just let the word slip out. "Okay."
I can hear the smile in his voice. "Then you'll allow it?"
"I'll allow it," I say.
His fingers go back to my hair and I doze off, but he rouses me to see the sunnset. It's a spectacular yellow and orange blaze behind the skyline of the Capitol. "I didn't think you'd want to miss it," he says.
"Thanks," I say. Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.