“I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.
This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater.
I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.”
I’ve done something like this once before, but I since I’ve improved a lot in photomanipulation since 2014, I wanted to do it more in-depth. As much as I like how JLaw portrayed this character, I will never accept her as the real Katniss. To me, whitewashing Katniss Everdeen took a poignant story of oppression and rebellion and turned it into your typical white savior narrative, and I think that was a truly wasted opportunity.