The Hunger Games Trilogy

by Suzanne Collins

but I had taken a step back from my mother, put up a wall to protect myself from needing her, and nothing was ever the same between us again.

“Katniss, there is no District Twelve.”

At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. “Your favorite color . . . it’s green?” “That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And yours is orange.” “Orange?” He seems unconvinced.