“Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him.”
Okay, Suzanne Collins, that's enough. Stop joking around.
"As one yanks back his head to take the death bite - "
I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH.
"something bizarre happens. It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it's over."
...okaaay then.
-after reading a few more pages, and realizing Finnick isn't there anymore-
Wait...where's Finnick?
-flips back a few pages-
THAT'S IT?!
-throws book across room-