The Hunger Games (The Hunger Games, #1)

by Suzanne Collins

banter

rack

get-go,

Unrequited

entourages

gruffly,

bluff

waft

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

ajar.

silhouette,

din.

That I’m more than just a piece in their Games,”

“Look, if you want to spend the last hours of your life planning some noble death in the arena, that’s your choice. I want to spend mine in District Twelve.”

catacombs

delectable

tawny

equidistant

Cornucopia,

Adrenaline

serrated

botched

spit,

vague

abate.

retching

cinch.

seldom

ordeal.

But I have to finish the song for her.

latter.

sober,

satin,