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The only person who keeps an eye on me is Effie Trinket. She mingles nearby, watchful, but careful not to take any credit for my success.
the deserted train station, which is still hung with the propaganda banners. NO PEACE, NO PROSPERITY! NO HUNGER GAMES, NO PEACE! And President’s Snow’s parting shot, PANEM’S #1 PEACEKEEPER.
Lenore Dove plays it for Burdock sometimes. . . . Are you, are you Coming to the tree
Then I notice the gumdrops. Not a variety of colors. Not a rainbow. They’re all a deep bloodred. I remember Snow’s rose,
“What? The sun?” “Don’t you . . . let it . . . rise . . .” she gets out.
I would welcome death, if it wasn’t for my promise to Lenore Dove that I would somehow keep the sun from rising on the reaping.
Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.
Her reminder that I must prevent another sunrise on the reaping. And it says, “You promised me.” With that, she condemns me to life.
Effie does her best to keep me sober, but the train’s loaded with booze.
This attic is the only spot in the entire Justice Building that isn’t bugged.”
You shook up the Capitol, both figuratively and literally, with that earthquake. You were capable of imagining a different future. And maybe it won’t be realized today, maybe not in our lifetime. Maybe it will take generations. We’re all part of a continuum. Does that make it pointless?”
“No, Haymitch, we need someone exactly like you.” “Just luckier?” I say. “Luckier, or with better timing.
Plutarch takes a moment to answer. “I’m nobody’s idea of a hero, Haymitch. But at least I’m still in the game.”
I first saw the girl at the Hob when she was just a baby. Burdock was so proud of her, he toted her around everywhere.
Tough and smart, her hair in two braids then, reminding me for all the world of Louella McCoy, my sweetheart of old. And after she volunteered for the Games, that nickname couldn’t help but slip out.
mind that we had roast goose for dinner. She’s not an easy person; she’s like me, Peeta always says. But she was smarter than me, or luckier. She’s the one who finally kept that sun from rising.
