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you call this a romance?

instantly bored by the MMC perspectives for some reason

severely disappointed the secondary FMC was not gonna b a part of the harem after I felt that was hinted in the first book

found the premise and plotting to be a bit confusing

uninspired by the third installment

why do I feel like I finished this? mustve been close

DNFED Around 60% maybe? interesting at first but kinda just dragged on and didn’t inspire me to finish

Somewhere, Beetee's heart breaks into fragments so small it can never be repaired. Mine pounds like a drum as a wave of rage surges into it. My head drops back and I emit a howl that bounces off the fake sky and echoes around the arena. I want to kill them all, Snow, the Gamemakers, every person in the Capitol who has been party to this atrocity.

mHoping for something better could be dangerous; it could blind me to the reality of my situation. I remember how Mamaw always said, "Where there's life, there's hope." But from where I'm sitting, hope seems a lot like white liquor. It can fool you in the short run, but like as not, you'll end up paying for it twice.

His words from a few minutes ago echo back. "You should know that, despite appearances, a desire for freedom is not limited to the districts." Was he suggesting that he, with all his wealth and privilege and power, lacks freedom? Freedom to do what?
Maybe to not have to live in terror of Snow poisoning his oysters, for one thing.

"I do. But not if you do something stupid like getting yourself cilled on purpose. I feel like that could throw the whole thing out of whack. You stay alive, play your songs, love your people, live he best life you can. And I'll be there in the Meadow waiting for you. I's a promise. Okay?"
"Okay," she whispers. "T'll try. That's my promise back."

"Listen, everybody. There is something bigger than you and me happening here. As we all know, the Hunger Games are a sacred ceremony of remembrance for the Dark Days. A lot of people lost their lives to guarantee peace and prosperity for our nation. And this is our chance — no, it is our duty — to honor them!" Well, she's swallowed the Capitol propaganda hook and tok the line and sinker with it

But even she can see the obvious. You're murdering us."
Drusilla looks around for backup, but the Peacekeepers remained downstairs and Wiress isn't giving any. So there's just her and us district piglets, including Maysilee, who slaps back.
She composes herself. "That's not my department. Your interviews are."

How Lenore Dove would love it if she knew I'd bested the Capitol and stopped the Games, at least for this year. There's glory in that. Dignity. And if I did it using her flint striker? I'd be like we did it together. Painted a poster that no one could ignore. Outsmarted the Capitol and forced their citizens to see us as something other than mindless animals.

Mags returns, troubled. "I put her to bed. There's some sort of device attached to her chest, pumping a drug into her, I think.
I was afraid to remove it. That might kill her. I've seen something similar before."

I understand now. The people who saw the crash in person will be told Louella recovered. Incitatus Loomy, the parade master, has been killed for his incompetence. Poisoned by a plate of oysters that Snow somehow survived. And it is up to me and Fake Louella here to cover the worst casualty of the evening.

"I guess you've got me."
"Don't feel too badly. You're in good company. You know, my family has its own little aphorism."
"What's that?"
"Snow lands on top." Without shifting his focus from me, he calls out, "Hide-and-seek is over! You can join us now!"

"Bet I know a thing or two about your dove."
"Like what?"
"Like she's delightful to look at, swishes around in b colors, and sings like a mockingjay. You love her. And oh, she seems to love you. Except sometimes you wonder, because her plans don't include you at all."

Id be surprised if anything much has changed there," he continues. "Nothing but coal dust and miners soaked in rotgut liquor from the Hob. Everybody just waiting to be subsumed by that ghastly wilderness."
His insult disturbs me less than his familiarity with District
12. Miners soaked in rotgut liquor from the Hob — that's us, all right. The worst of us, anyway.

"No, I do. I see the hangings and the shootings and the starvation and the Hunger Games. I do," Plutarch says. "And yet, I still don't think the fear they inspire justifies this arrangement we've all entered into. Do you?" he's genuinely asking. "Why do you agree to it? Why do I? For that matter, why have people always agreed to it?" When we don't respond, he shrugs, "Well, it's something to think about."

And if Sid should ask, "But why do I have to do this?" We can only say, "Because this is the way things are." Lenore Dove would hate that last bit. But it's the truth.

Because the reaping's going to happen no matter what I believe. Sure as the sun will rise tomorrow." "Well, there's no proof that will happen.
You can't count on things happening tomorrow just because they happened in the past. It's faulty logic."
"Is it?" I say. "Because it's kind of how people plan our their lives."
"And that's part of our trouble. Thinking things are inevitable. Not believing change is possible."

'True love doesn't always last," I say. "It doesn't always have to be for a lifetime."
"Right. And that doesn't mean it's not true love," Jesse says.
It was real.
And now it's over.
And that's OK.
"I am who I am because I loved you once," he says.
"I am who I am because I loved you once, too," I say.
And then we say good-bye.

I am immensely thankful I was married to you once.
I am so grateful for our wedding day. Just because something isn't meant to last a lifetime doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be. We were meant to have been."

I don't think that true love means your only love.
I think true love means loving truly.
Loving purely. Loving wholly.
Maybe, if you're the kind of person who's willing to give all of yourself, the kind of person who is willing to love with all of your heart even though you've experienced just how much it can hurt... maybe you get lots of true loves, then. Maybe that's the gift you get for being brave.

Don't ever let anyone tell you the most romantic part of love is the beginning. The most romantic part is when you know it has to end.