When I open my eyes, it's early afternoon. My head rests on Peeta's arm. I don't remember him coming in last night. I turn, being careful not to disturb him, but he's already awake. 
"No nightmares," he says.
"What?" I  ask.
"You didn't have any nightmares last  night," he says.
He's right. For the first time in ages I've slept through the night. "I ( Read more... )

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep: Slowly, then all at once."

Once again, I fell in love.
Still I cannot understand his habit of  putting a cigarette between his lips but never really light it up. 
"You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing."
He really is a man of metaphor.

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LANDON

You got some kind of list?

JAMIE

Are you asking to mock me or do

you really want to know?

LANDON

Maybe a little of both.

They both smile.

JAMIE

I'll take a chance.

LANDON

Go for it.

JAMIE

It's like a to-do list, but for my

life.

He smirks.

JAMIE

If you can't imagine the future,

you won't have one.

He lights a cigarette. She reaches for it.

LANDON

(joking)

Having ( Read more... )

Just this morning I was called a "man hater".
Yeah right! Man Hater!
What did I do wrong?
I made the a sonnet out of my wild imagination.
It's not my experience actually.
So now, I'm a man hater.

Sorry dude! (if he really is, dude)
I'm not a man hater.
Actually, I'm a chocolate lover.
CHOCOLATE LOVER!

I’d had more than my fair share of near-death experiences; it wasn’t something you ever really got used to.

It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I’d escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me.

Still, this time was so different from the others.

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"We won!" yelled Ron, bounding into sight and brandishing the silver Cup at Harry.

"We won! Four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty! We won!"

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him,

And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the ( Read more... )