The Hunger Games Trilogy

by Suzanne Collins

“Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing as a weakness,” Peeta points out. “Except possibly when it comes to you.”

As I drift off, I try to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Capitol. A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta’s child could be safe.

How is it that until Peeta and I were thrust upon him, there was no one at all in his life? What did Snow do to them?

“Maybe he just sees me as I really am. I have to get some sleep.”