"Panem today. Panem tomorrow. Panem forever."
My name is Amanda. I blog about The Hunger Games trilogy.
I live for Everlark & Toast babies.
Catching Fire: As I drift off, I try to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Capitol. A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta’s child could be safe.
Mockingjay: They play in the meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with the blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. [....] The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games.