The Hunger Games Renaissance. The Hunger Games (2012), dir. Gary Ross The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013), dir. Francis Lawrence The Hunger Games: Mockingjay part. 2 (2015), dir. Francis Lawrence
Itβs quiet, absorbing work that helps take my mind off my troubles. I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book. His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. Iβve seen flashes of this before: in the arena, or when he speaks to a crowd, or that time he shoved the Peacekeepersβ guns away from me in District 11. I donβt know quite what to make of it. I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you donβt notice much because theyβre so blond. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, theyβre a light golden color and so long I donβt see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks One afternoon Peeta stops shading a blossom and looks up so suddenly that I start, as though I were caught spying on him, which in a strange way maybe I was. But he only says, βYou know, I think this is the first time weβve ever done anything normal together.β βYeah,β I agree. Our whole relationship has been tainted by the Games. Normal was never a part of it. βNice for a change.β Each afternoon he carries me downstairs for a change of scenery and I unnerve everyone by turning on the television
