The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (The Hunger Games, #0)

by Suzanne Collins

A tendency toward obsession was hardwired into his brain and would likely be his undoing if he couldn’t learn to outsmart it.

The world still thought Coriolanus rich, but his only real currency was charm, which he spread liberally as he made his way through the crowd.

In rhetoric class, she’d once attributed his inability to decipher the deeper meaning of a poem to the fact that he was too self-absorbed. The irony, coming from Livia, of all people! But actions spoke louder than words. Coriolanus to the rescue, Livia to the nearest exit.

“It will only take a handful to get the word out,” said the Grandma’am. “It’s just the kind of story that catches fire.”

He comforted himself with the thought that she was old and no one lived forever.

Did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal? Never a rule book when you needed one.