Dearest Willow (Willow by Julia Hoban),
I’ve read many books that deal with your problem. I’ve read books about girls in mental health facilities, even books with a girl that had your problem and was a vampire. But of all the books I’ve read on this subject, you were the one I could most easily relate to. Your story captivated me, and ripped out my heart. You thinking you had killed your parents, you thinking you’d lost your brother’s love, brought me to tears. But your strength was a ray of hope. With a little bit of help, you were able to face your problem head on. You walked into that house, that house that held so many painful memories, and came out a stronger person. I admire you. I love you. And I would like to tell you never to lose hope. You’re never alone. And your brother loves you dearly. Best of luck in your life. Keep staying strong.
Sincerely, Tiffany (a girl that understands)
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Dear Mrs. Everdeen,
I can’t even imagine what you went through. If what happened to you EVER happened to me, I just wouldn’t bear it. If I was you, I just would break down and shut the whole world out. I don’t know how you ever got through all of that. You lost your husband, you had your daughter in the reaping, and she, almost dying as well. You also lost your other daughter Prim. All you had left was Katniss. You’re a very strong woman Mrs. Everdeen. Never forget that. Stay strong.
Love, MusicluvlifeDear Finnick Odair, (The Hunger Games)
In book series, one meets a lot of secondary characters. None of them have broken my heart as much as you have. Whenever I read Catching Fire, I cry watching you in your full strength, spirit, and spunk. I almost feel like Katniss when she was watching you be torn to shreds, and she felt like she could see your whole life. Sometimes, I see it too. I can see you as the fourteen-year-old taking on the Games. I see your inner torture as being treated as a Capitol meat puppet. I feel your pain for Annie, and the memories of her that haunted you as her screams were replicated during the Quarter Quell. I can almost imagine Mags mentoring you, and your pain as she walked into the forest to save you all. Finnick, your death was so quickly, I missed it the first time, and I had to go back and read it a couple of times, because it didn’t quite sink through. It broke my heart at the end of Mockingjay, when it is discovered that Annie bore a son. Finnick, you captured the hearts of all the women in Panem, and you captured mine as well. Thank you.
Love,
Purplereine