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HG: The Narrow Path, Chapter Thirteen - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
HG: The Narrow Path, Chapter Thirteen
While Katniss has been in District Two, Haymitch has been working with Peeta, even making progress when Peeta watches Katniss sing "The Hanging Tree." He is called away from this when matters in Two come to a head. Just when it looks like Katniss may be able to talk the wounded workers from the Nut into not fighting, someone shoots her.

Chapter Thirteen
It takes a few seconds for it to register in Command. I notice her go down first. The wounded man she was talking to lowers his gun, looking at it like it might have caused the shot, though it didn't. He sets it down and proceeds to crawl toward her, muttering, "Medic, medic."

No one seems to know where the shot came from, and gunfire breaks out in the closely packed square. I see some of our soldiers go down, and some of the wounded from the Nut. People on both sides are calling for a cease-fire. It takes a minute or two for me to realize that a lot of the wounded have turned on the Capitol soldiers. Our rebels are just standing on the sidelines. This last gunfight is District Two against itself.

Someone pushes through the smoke and grabs the mike off of Katniss's uniform. I almost don't recognize Lyme until Katniss's cameraman gets an angle on her.

"Cease fire!" she calls. "All sides. District Two! Cease fire immediately!"

She stands there in the smoke, and I remember the girl she was in the Games -- the girl who rallied the Career alliance after a disastrous attack killed a two of them and wrecked half of the stashed supplies. They were ready to go into melee, the part of the Games when remaining ruthless tributes kill each other, but it was early, and there were still six other tributes left. This is almost always how the Careers lost in the years they did (if they hadn't gone into melee early in my year, all the clever tricks in the world wouldn't have helped), but Lyme got them to stop, and she somehow manages, by the force of her voice and her personality, to get the gunfire to stop here.

"We need a medic," she says. "Katniss Everdeen is injured. She was injured trying to make peace among us." A medic scurries in and starts examining her. Lyme goes on. "That's what this should be about. Do you think I don't understand loyalty to the Capitol? I have friends. Relatives among the Peacekeepers, and I don't hate them. But breaking Snow's regime is not turning our backs on our friends. It's saving Panem from a disease that's eating it from the inside out, and has been since the Dark Days. It's time to cure it, and take down the empire. It's time to take the districts back into the hands of their own citizens.

"How many of our children have we given up to the arena? How many have we trained to be killers? I know I was trained, from childhood up. When I became a victor, I realized that my life was over. My training had led to one place, and after it, there was nothing. I wasn't allowed to work. I didn't know how to do anything other than survive. That's no way to live. I know I’m not the only victor to feel that way. But in Two, we've raised all of our children to build their lives around the possibility of being reaped, and so many of them come out of it, having missed the arena, not even knowing what life is about.

"This is District Two -- the victors' district. And all of us know that doesn’t mean anything good. It's time to stop being victors, and be human beings again."

"Maybe we should have had her in the propos," Plutarch mutters.

Coin gives him an unreadable look, and a cold thought crosses my mind. Lyme wants to give the districts into their own control. Coin does not like that at all.

I try to force the thought away. District Thirteen is our only hope of prevailing over the Capitol. Sure, it's not what I'd like it to be. But they know that we're only asking for help. We're not asking to be switched over to their control.

The medic examining Katniss calls for a stretcher and pulls her earpiece. I speak loudly enough for him to hear me through it. "How is she?"

He takes her smaller mike, the one connected to my ear, and says, "The bullet didn't penetrate the armor, but there is significant impact damage. I need to examine her in the medical craft. Prepare an operating room. I suspect internal bleeding."

I give the orders, then I brace myself and go to Ruth. We have not been running the battle live in Thirteen, though it was run through the other districts. She is in her element here, and doesn't do any of the panicked things I expect. She takes my side of the earpiece and establishes contact with the medic on the hovercraft and orders me to find Prim and tell her.

Prim is in Peeta's observation room doing nothing -- it's simply become the place she comes when she's lonely and bored, I think -- and she jumps to her feet and rushes off to join her mother as soon as I tell her what's going on.

By the time the hovercraft has arrived, I've explained the situation to everyone except Peeta. I have more information, filtered through Ruth and the doctors who are preparing to receive her. Her spleen may be ruptured. They have been draining abdominal blood. Spleens are useful, but not necessary for life. She may be more prone to pneumonia in later life. There are no broken bones. She is under anesthesia. I am confused and tired by the time she's brought in for surgery.

I go back to the observation room and sleep out the rest of the day. Prim wakes me up briefly to tell me the surgery is over, and Katniss will be all right, then pulls a blanket over me and lets me sleep again. Sometime around bedtime, Dalton manages to lug me out of the observation room and, with Gale's help, gets me back to the apartment to sleep out the night. I hear them talking about me, but their words are vague and muddled. I feel drunk.

I don't really wake up until the next morning. I go back to the hospital and visit Katniss. She's still unconscious. Johanna has asked if she can share the room. "I figured I'd ask before I got assigned to be her keeper, anyway," she says dismissively, pushing her IV pole up to the edge of Katniss's bed and looking at her clinically. "Other people take bullets and actually get hurt. She'll have a little stomach ache. Lyme died."

I look up. "What?"

"It was confusing in the firefight at first. Gale didn't notice her going down. But she got shot. No nicely ruptured spleen that she can live without. It tore a hole through her guts." She presses at her morphling drip. "One more victor down. That's eighteen in the arena. How many in the Viewing Center?"

"I don't know. A lot."

"Did you know that they executed the victors left in Nine?"

"I... Snow just outright killed them?"

"Not Snow," Johanna says.

"I didn't hear anything about that."

"That's because you're not at all the Command meetings."

I frown. "You're not at any Command meetings."

"Gale is." She shrugs. "I told him I wanted to go back to Seven as soon as I could, and suddenly I'm hearing about victors being executed in the districts. Maybe it's supposed to be a secret. I don't really like secrets." She sits down on the edge of her bed. "Anyway, with all that going on, I figured Brainless here could probably use a bodyguard who doesn't have to leave at lights-out. Also, they're giving her more morphling than she needs."

"Tell me you're not siphoning her painkillers, Jo."

Another shrug. "Sorry. I'm not your official Team Liar. Try again."

I consider telling her that she needs to seriously think about what she's doing, that morphling is no joke. Imaging the mad peals of laughter at my hypocrisy stops that idea cold. I tell her to take care of herself.

Back at observation, Delly has managed to convey to Peeta that Katniss was injured, and he's asking to see the injury. The other doctors, especially the psychiatrists, are horrified at the request, but I actually understand this one. I find him a photograph taken during surgery for the doctors to examine and show it to him. He puzzles over it, and asks for an anatomy book. I get him one of those as well, and leave him to sort out that the bloody girl in the picture is, in fact, perfectly human. I have a feeling we'll have to go through this a few more times, or a dozen, or a hundred. Snow's people did their work well.

I go down to Command and find Plutarch and Fulvia in the production booth with Finnick and Annie. They're going through Katniss's speech in District Two.

"That's definitely not going to work to rally our Capitol rebels," Plutarch says. "They like to have a pretty clear distinction drawn between the Capitol and Snow. Lyme's speech will work better."

"Are you going to show her getting shot by Peacekeepers right after?" I ask.

Everyone looks up. "You heard about that?" Plutarch asks.

"Yeah. And a few other things you've been skipping. Something about District Nine executing victors."

He sighs. "I don't know where you heard that."

"Is it true?"

"Yes, it's true. Don't ask me what was going on in anyone's head there, though. We haven't got it all sorted out yet."

"Was it because they were victors, or were they fighting for the Capitol?"

"I don't know."

"Like hell you don't," Finnick says. "Come on, Plutarch. Stop playing Coin's game. What's happening?"

He looks at Fulvia.

"Not bugged," she says. "But I seriously question the wisdom of this conversation. This was a closed session. Someone's going to want to know who talked."

"Not if we don't let on that we know," Annie says. Her eyes are wide. "Who were they?"

Plutarch gives the names of the last two District Nine victors. Two had died in the arena, and a third must have died in the Viewing Center. I didn't know any of them particularly well. Nine always kept to itself. Plutarch sighs heavily. "It's because they were victors," he admits. "They were shackled to their houses in the Village and the houses were blown up."

"And what are we going to do about that?" I ask.

"At the moment, there's nothing we can do. We win the war, then get a platform to deal with these kinds of things."

"These kinds of things," I repeat, dazed.

Plutarch turns back to his instruments. "Right now, we need to focus on taking the Capitol down. We're at something of a disadvantage, because average Capitol citizens associate the rebellion with Thirteen, which has suddenly become quite the topic of Capitol conversation."

"How so?"

"You really want to know?"

I nod, and he cues up video. It's Caesar Flickerman on television again, but looking thin and haunted. I wonder who is being held behind the cameras. He manages to ignore his appearance and put on his jovial host's smile, and welcomes a young couple that "escaped" District Thirteen. ("They're real enough," Plutarch says. "I checked.") Having taken refuge in the Capitol, they are grateful to the kind and generous citizens of Panem. They report on the regimented schedules, the highly restricted food supply, the constant militarization.

"And we weren't allowed to be together there," the young woman says. "We had a sickness go through the district when I was a child, and I can't have children. My husband can father them, and it was decided that it would be a waste for him to marry me. He was supposed to marry someone 'functional.' We loved each other since we were little. We ran away instead." She smiles. "We adopted a little boy here in the Capitol, and we love him, and we have a good home."

Caesar's audience cheers.

"People in the Capitol didn't even know Thirteen existed," Finnick says. "How can they have immigrants?"

"They probably just lied about their origin," Plutarch says. "The point is, they are there, and they, along with several of Snow's spies who've made it in and out over the years, have created a narrative about people will be rounded up and forced to live in tunnels, where their children, should they have them, will be taken away, and they will be forced to mate with whoever the district decides they should bear children to."

Finnick snorts. "As opposed to being forced to mate with whoever is lining Snow's pockets? Yeah, that's a tragedy."

"It's ridiculous," Fulvia spits.

"Well, seeing it from the outside..."

She rolls her eyes. "Please, Haymitch. They've got the Capitol half-convinced that Panem women are kept in pens here for the pleasure of men from Thirteen. It's not going to help the rebellion if we go into the Capitol and people think we're going to drag them off to do service in a militarized harem."

"Maybe we should try and separate the rebellion from Thirteen," I suggest.

"And just which weapons do you think we'd fight that war with?" Plutarch flips through a few more screens of Katniss's speech. "If only we could get her talking with Peeta again, get them in love here. We could sell that. If they were together -- "

"He's programmed to kill her," I point out.

"I know. I’m not discounting that, though I would certainly love to show Snow something to make him think he failed. But I suppose even if we magically cured him today, it would be too much to ask for them to go back to their old show."

"Do you think so?" I ask.

Finnick clears his throat. "I have a proposal," he says.

"What is it?" Plutarch asks.

"Not for you," he says. "For Annie." He turns to her and drops to his knee. "I've missed you. Every day you were gone was hell. And now that I have you back, I need to stay with you forever. Will you marry me, Annie?"

Annie puts her hands over her mouth, not quite covering her brilliant smile. "Yes! I will. You know I will."

He winks. "Well, I figured it was good form to ask."

She laughs.

"Congratulations," I say. "I have no idea how they go about that in Thirteen."

"I checked. You sign papers and get assigned housing," Finnick says. "Which is very boring, which is why I brought it up here. You want to show the Capitol that people in Thirteen love each other perfectly well? We may not be up to the standards of your star-crossed lovers from District Twelve, but personally, I think we'll do. We'll make a show of it, and rub Snow's face in it." He squeezes Annie's hands. "No more rich old men. No more grabby old women. Just my wife. Forever. And Snow can't do a damned thing about it."

Plutarch nods, pleased. "Yes... and after your little soliloquy on the airtime assaults, they'll know exactly what it means."

I raise my eyebrows. "Finnick, do you really want to turn your wedding into a propo?"

"Yes." He looks at Annie. "But Annie gets the final call."

She bites her lip. "Well... yes. I think so. I could be wearing a beautiful dress. And maybe it should be outside. And I'll be smiling. And I'll marry the person he told me I couldn't have." She smiles. "I like it. Can we have a net?"

"A what?" Plutarch asks, and Annie starts to explain the wedding practices of District Twelve.

After that, life becomes about the wedding. Dalton was an officiant in District Ten ("at least until I showed up drunk at Kate Markez's wedding"), and like so many other little things, the wedding ceremony has survived largely intact from Four.

"You obviously don't use fishing nets for the binding," Finnick says at dinner. "What do you use?"

"A poncho. The ladies spend weeks sewing scraps into patterns for it." He rolls his eyes. "Kind of old fashioned, only women doing it, but that's how it works. The men used to build a house, but then the Capitol got a bit snooty about who was allowed to build houses, so we didn't have anything left to do."

"It was the same in Four," Annie says, excited. "The women wove the net. The government stopped the men building houses, too, so they started building anchored rafts for people to fish from." She blushes. "And usually a few other things. Couples went to the raft after the wedding. They could get pretty fancy. Little closed spaces on them and everything."

Finnick kisses her cheek. "I don't think they'll let us have a raft. I mean, we're pretty close to a lot of lakes, but they're outside the compound."

"It's all right. It wouldn’t be the same to wake up without all the flowers people would have been throwing onto the water all night anyway."

"We're going to go back to Four just as soon as we can," Finnick promises. "We'll have to live in your house. Mine's gone, I guess. We can see about getting a dog from Old Tonio..."

And they are gone, back into their world. The rest of us shake our heads at the damned silliness of it all, but I doubt I'm the only one who's a little bit jealous. I look at all of my hall mates, all of those lonely people in their middle years, and I wonder how many of them, like the woman who escaped to the Capitol, aren't alone by choice, but because it's been deemed useless to waste resources on non-productive unions.

If so, they don't let their jealousy or bitterness prevent them from throwing themselves into the wedding. While Plutarch and I thrash things out with District Thirteen's power structure, which considers the lavish affair Plutarch wants to throw extremely offensive, the average citizens become increasingly engaged.

Apparently, the starkness of Thirteen isn't just necessity. Even when resources are available, they believe that showy uses of said resources are decadent, the road to living like flighty and brainless Capitol flit-abouts. "And look at the difference between the Capitol and the districts," someone says in one of the interminable meetings. "People who have resources can do so much more, and consume so much uselessly -- it's not fair. That's why we prohibited all displays of... of..."

"Decadence," Coin says. "We don't try to soften the minds of our people with constant bread and circuses." She raises an eyebrow at Plutarch, who has looked up, surprised. "I do read, Heavensbee," she says. "I am aware of the philosophy. And I am quite shocked that you would want to return to it."

And it's back to arguing in circles.

Coin is particularly annoyed that her people are becoming more and more invested in this particular circus, and she is forced to acquiesce to at least some of Plutarch's demands for fear of being seen as intransigent. She stresses repeatedly that this display is a propo, meant to show the Capitol that love exists in Thirteen, in a way that's simple enough for even them to understand.

Absolutely no one seems to care what the reasoning is. The dining hall and Promenade are taken over by people making decorations. When a call goes out for children to sing the wedding song, the whole school shows up. Plutarch wants to have auditions for the best singers, but Annie is so delighted that she declares they may all sing, and she will love all of them forever for doing it. Since they have been drilled in learning the songs of Thirteen, it doesn't take them all that long to learn a new one, though they seem prone to marching while they sing.

Even Katniss, who has been put into some hard physical recovery, is in the spirit of it. She has become very close to Finnick, having gone through hell with him, and she seems genuinely elated. She loans Annie her prep team (they are in ecstasy at the opportunity to prep a bride), and even gets an escort to District Twelve, so she can find Annie a dress among the creations Cinna left behind for her. These were, miraculously, untouched. Octavia is quite the seamstress, and takes over the necessary alterations. They also find a suit of Peeta's for Finnick. Plutarch is keen to name the origin of these items in the propo, but we talk him down from it. Annie and Finnick should be the stars of their own day.

Peeta hears about it, probably from Delly, and seems happy enough to help make little decorations out of leaves and wire. He asks, oddly, if I was at his parents' toasting. I tell him that I wasn't. I don't tell him that almost no one was, because it was hastily arranged before her pregnancy started to show, and his friends didn't like her, and she didn't have many friends of her own. I think her sister went. I'm not sure I need to tell him this. He knows what they were like. He pauses in the middle of a reddish wreath and says, "I really don't understand them."

"Your mom and dad?"

He nods and gets back to work. "They just don't make sense. Can I have some leaves?"

And that's the end of it.

Because it will be a propo, Finnick and Annie do separate interviews to be cut into the footage, and they do one together. These are filmed in the faux luxury of the jugs instead of their sparse quarters. I take the opportunity to have a look around. I still think it looks like a parody of luxury. Then again, there are plenty of places in the Capitol that I think look like parodies, too.

I get bored watching the shoot (not to mention the never ending cuts to fix their hair and makeup) and go to visit Hazelle, who is currently trying to re-arrange appointments around the shooting schedule. She looks at one of the names -- Imogen Rollins -- and shakes her head. "I know her. She works the other shift. She's a year younger than Gale. What am I going to do when Gale starts applying for these things?" She sighs. "On the other hand, I do wish he'd meet someone. I love Katniss and I think she's missing out on the best man she could possibly know -- I may be a little biased there -- but I'm pretty sure that ship has sailed. I think he'd be happier if he turned his attention somewhere else."

"I think so, too," I say. "And I think Johanna Mason is planning to pounce as soon as he figures that out."

"Oh, I hope so. He likes her an awful lot. Her name is every third word out of his mouth at home, though I don't think it's dawned on him that he could just... move on with his life. Not yet."

Plutarch comes scurrying down from the rooms where they're shooting before this conversation can get much further.

"What is it?" I ask when he gets to the desk. "Don't tell me you're back on that kick of getting me on camera to talk about them."

"No," he says. "Though you should. I think people would love to see you. It's Peeta."


"I don't know what's going on, but I got a message from his doctors that he insists on seeing you."

"Go on," Hazelle says. "I worry about my kids. You go worry about yours. That's the way the world works."

I go. When I get to the hospital, I expect to find Peeta agitated, maybe off on one of his crazy rants. Instead, he's in a very good mood, and Delly, sitting off to one side, looks pleased as well.

"What is it?" I ask.

"When is the wedding?" Peeta asks.

"Saturday," I say. "Why?"

He looks at Delly and smiles. It is the old Peeta, the real Peeta. "I remembered Dad's wedding cake recipe. We didn't use it all that much, but it's not that different from the recipe for the other white cakes. It's the decorating that makes it special."


"I want to make a cake. For the wedding." He holds his hand out to Delly, and she hands him the notebook. The pages have been covered with drawings of fish and waves and boats. Finally, there is a picture of a four-tier cake, with leaping dolphins and blue waves. "I can do it," he says, holding his hands out. They are perfectly still. "The tremors don't happen very often now, and I can always pull my hands away when I feel one coming on. I drew all of that with only a few shake-breaks. I can do it. But the doctors won't let me. They say I can't leave the hospital, and I can't very well bake a cake or frost it in here."

I look through the sketches, and a feeling completely foreign to me rises up. I can't name it. It's just a sense that this is the right thing, the best thing that could happen.

Delly gives me a list of ingredients. Peeta will only give vague estimates of how much of each thing he needs (I can hear Dannel jealously guarding his secrets here), and I have to spend the afternoon having heated arguments with the nutrition police to get them. I call in Fulvia, who explains the concept to them, and finally flat out order them to obtain the ingredients. This leads to them calling Coin, and she backs me up, but calls me to her private offices to remind me of the values of my new home.

There is no question of letting Peeta simply have the run of the kitchen. Even I know that his delusions are prone to making appearances at the worst possible time. Armed guards stand at attention near the doors. He pays them no attention, except for once asking one of them if she wants to lick the spoon. From the grin on her face, I have a feeling that, if Peeta wanted to, he could probably get her to do a lot more than that.

Greasy Sae helps him with the preparation of the frosting. It will take a few days to properly decorate the cake, and of course it will have to cool before he can frost it. He gets some fruit preserves he'd asked for and melts them into the cake to begin with. The next day, he begins frosting, and the slow process of creating the vision from the notebook. By Friday night, it is nearly done, and he is just putting the last touches of beautiful color on the leaping dolphins. Sae is off at another assignment, and the guards seem to realize that a boy completely absorbed in his work is not about to go berserking around the compound.

As he finishes up a beautiful, almost transparent netting pattern with spun sugar, he says, quietly, "Will Katniss be at the wedding?"

I look up. It's the first time he's said her name in a normal, even-handed tone of voice. "Yes," I say carefully. "Why?"

"She'll see the cake? Will you tell her I made it?"

I look at the cake. "I don't think she'll need to be told. No one else could do this."

He picks up the little bride figure that he made, wearing the green dress that Katniss has loaned Annie. In this small a scale, it's hard to tell that she's not actually meant to be Katniss. He looks at it for a long time. "Haymitch..."


He carefully places the figure on top of the cake. "I think I'm ready to see her." He takes a deep, shaky breath and squares his shoulders. "I want to see her, Haymitch. I want to see Katniss."
19 comments or Leave a comment
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 29th, 2013 12:12 am (UTC) (Link)
Hooray, I was refreshing your page all day to see if you'd update this weekend. I really love hearing more about Peeta, since Katniss really doesn't speculate that much about his many, many hours of rehabilitation. It's good to know that he apparently had regular contact with Haymitch and Delly, since when I read Mockingjay it seemed like he was mostly just left in solitary for most of the book.

I'm dreading his meeting with Katniss in the next chapter though, considering how sweet the end of this chapter is, though! I guess it would've been too good to be true if Katniss wasn't a jerk to Peeta on meeting him for the first time after he tried to kill her.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2013 01:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Well, Haymitch does say he sees Peeta and, while Peeta is angry at him, it's for real reasons and not crazy ones. I too that to mean that he was pretty involved.

Neither one of them handles this upcoming meeting very well. Clearly, he's trying to provoke her for some reason, and she rises to the bait way too easily. (It strikes me that, if Peeta hadn't been acting relatively normal, he would have warned Katniss.)

Edited at 2013-04-29 01:06 am (UTC)
lollapulizer From: lollapulizer Date: April 29th, 2013 12:59 am (UTC) (Link)
It's so good to see the return of normal Peeta! Even in the series, I always felt like Peeta post-recovery was just a completely different person, and obviously that kind of trauma changes a person, but I didn't see the flashes of who he was before, so I love that you're including it here.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2013 01:08 am (UTC) (Link)
The fact that, in the end, Katniss still loves him, and he still loves her, told me that there was a lot of the real Peeta left, but because we were in Katniss's head and all of the serious weirdness was carefully directed at Katniss, she'd (literally) be the last one to see his signs of recovery -- her very presence triggers his most twisted behavior.
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 29th, 2013 01:03 am (UTC) (Link)

A Weird Thought

Popped into my head regarding Joanna and the fall-out of her time at the hands of the Capitol. Since one of the repercussions is her pathological fear of water, what would one call that? Because while hydrophobia would make the most sense, that is also a medical term for rabies. (I had a childhood fear of Louis Pasteur based on the "Value Books" illustrated kids biographies -- any other Canadians remember that series?) So is there any other word out there that exists for fear of water?

Also, as usual, you are always tremendous with your details of the cultures of other districts. And I like your reasoning for how Four and Ten are so similar and how they branched out/evolved from each other.

Poor Lyme. She rocked. And poor Haymitch. Whether he just hasn't pieced together what Coin is up to, or whether he's got some kind of denial/defense mechanism going on, he's going to hit reality very hard.

And loved that Hazelle is all for Gale moving on with Joanna!

Sorry for the long post. Thanks for keeping this up!

Sara Libby
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2013 01:10 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: A Weird Thought

I love long posts. :D

Just checked: Aquaphobia.

It was shocking at the end of MJ that there were only seven victors left, given that, before the Quell, there were sixty-odd (I don't remember the number off the top of my head). A good handful died in the Quell, but I have to figure out what happened to the rest. RIP, Lyme.
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 29th, 2013 01:29 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: A Weird Thought

Thanks for the "Aquaphobia."
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 29th, 2013 02:15 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: A Weird Thought

Not only do I remember the Value Books, I also vividly remember being afraid of Louis Pasteur--wasn't his sidekick thing a syringe? Other than that, I loved those books. Totally off subject.
vytresna From: vytresna Date: April 29th, 2013 03:33 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: A Weird Thought

Louis Pasteur was the first Value Book I read, and I recall being weirded out that all the other Value Book protagonists had sidekicks. My resulting nightmares from the Pasteur book were of the more reasonable flavor - getting my leg torn open by a mad dog. :p
sonetka From: sonetka Date: April 29th, 2013 08:20 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: A Weird Thought

I'm not Canadian, but I remember that series all right! The Pasteur one was by far the most memorable -- for years afterwards I was always looking carefully at dogs to make sure none of them had giant clots of foam all around their mouths, because HYDROPHOBIA! The one about Elizabeth Fry was good too.
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 29th, 2013 11:08 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: A Weird Thought

Glad to see I wasn't the only one traumatized by the Pasteur book!

My school had the whole series and I really enjoyed all the others.

Sara Libby
hymnia From: hymnia Date: April 30th, 2013 06:11 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: A Weird Thought

I had the whole set of Value Tales (or just about), and I vividly remember the Pasteur one, too. (I'm not Canadian, though, and AFAIK the book series isn't, either.)
sonetka From: sonetka Date: April 29th, 2013 08:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Excellent. I love seeing some of the real Peeta emerging -- especially now that we know far more than we want to about what exactly he's recovering from! And yeah, I can see Hazelle being of mixed mind about the idea of her children eventually putting their names on the sign-in sheet :). The Dannel/Mirrem backstory hints are interesting as well -- I'd really like to know more about her. From what I can remember of what you've written, she helped him to dry out after Ruth got married, then she got pregnant and they were In Honour Bound to marry? I wonder if her nastiness stemmed just from feeling like she was the consolation prize or if it was of longer standing -- the latter, if his friends' dislike of her is anything to go by.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2013 05:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
She could have been unpleasant to start with, and it was distinctly not helped by feeling like her husband didn't love her. (I'm not sure this is true, but she certainly believed it.) I am leading up to him talking to someone about it.
From: tree_and_leaf Date: April 29th, 2013 10:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Alas, poor Lyme. But it's great to be shown a more human side to a career tribute.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2013 05:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
She was interesting in the books -- I liked that she never told Katniss she was a victor, or discussed it in any way. Katniss brought it up, but Lyme never used it to try and bond.
redrikki From: redrikki Date: April 29th, 2013 02:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
Was it really a peacekeeper who killed Lyme? I can easily see Coin doing it considering her displeasure at her obvious heroism, inspirational leadership and politics. I wonder if she arranged for the deaths of any other victors, or if her attempt on Katniss in the bookswas a one-off thing.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2013 05:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
That is a very good point. We know from the victors' conference at the end that victors were killed by both sides, and I can definitely see Coin wanting to make sure that there was no one with the popular standing of victors wanting to slip in and take power from her.
shortysc22 From: shortysc22 Date: April 30th, 2013 02:59 am (UTC) (Link)
As always, I love the little bits of Haymitch and Hazelle and I really like how this story is letting a lot more in on how Johanna and Gale got together slowly.
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