listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.
Katniss in the first book is so funny because beyond her being absolutely wrong in nearly every assumption she has of Peeta. Every other chapter she’s like “two can play that game” about him being deceptive and then she utterly fails at it.
dude, if I had a thing for Neil Josten I would be deeply embarrassed too. Like I understand Andrew at another level because if there was a dude and every single thing about him was a red flag and he was weird and cagey about the most random shit and was also prone to swinging wildly from flight to fight with no real predictors of which at any given time and I still wanted to h*ld h*nds I think I, too, would probably go nuts. Like cool, here he is, the love of my life, a literal trash fire we found in the literal dumpster. Thinking about it makes me angry in Andrew’s stead genuinely fuck this guy