Katniss looked down at the book. That wasn't what she'd thought he meant, but she appreciated the sentiment. It wasn't just her story, what with the details of everyone else's lives wrapped up in there, but it seemed more personal to her somehow because it was inside her head. No one else's thoughts were written down on the page for everyone else to see-- unless, of course, they confessed them to Katniss or she managed to interpret them somehow.
"I just wanted to find out what happened to Peeta," she said. She dropped the bag to the floor, almost shoving it away from her. "Kate told me he was going to live, so... I thought I could handle it." She wasn't sure that she was handling it very well, however. What had happened to Peeta hadn't just happened to him. It had happened to her, too.
But now she knew that her family and the rest of District 13 would survive the bombing. That Peeta and Annie and Johanna were out of the hands of the Capitol. "It's not all bad news. But if you don't want to know, I won't tell you."
As for her, whether she wanted to find out more, she was torn. A part of her was afraid she'd misinterpreted what Kate had meant about personal cost, that it would be a cost she'd pay with something other than her life. Certainly losing Peeta counted for that, but-- hadn't Kate said something about lives being lost? It would be bad enough to lose people, but Katniss wasn't sure she could handle reading about it in a book. Maybe it was better that she stop reading.