Thank You, Suzanne Collins

For writing The Hunger Games trilogy, keeping me occupied through bedrest and modified activity, and, most importantly, for bringing me these:

(perhaps this may be a semi-spoiler if you haven't read the books, but I omitted some details, hopefully the quotes still makes sense...)

"There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over.  I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children.  But his arms are there to comfort me....I know this would have happened anyway.  That what I need to survive is not [someone else's] fire, kindled with rage and hatred.  I have plenty of fire myself.  What I need is the dandelion in the spring.  The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction.  The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses.  That it can be good again.  And only [he] can give me that."

and


"One day I'll have to explain about my nightmares.  Why they came.  Why they won't ever really go away.   I'll tell them how I survive it.  I'll tell them on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything, because I'm afraid it could be taken away.  That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do."

Both quotes are from Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins (book 3 in the trilogy).

I finished this book yesterday and sobbed, sobbed, sobbed my eyes out.  I miss my boy so much.