Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2)

by Suzanne Collins

The whole thing is so improbable.

This hits different after reading sunrise

then I am free to act as desperately as I wish.

“Oh, yes. Well, they’ve been in the works for years, of course. Arenas aren’t built in a day. But the, shall we say, flavor of the Games is being determined now. Believe it or not, I’ve got a strategy meeting tonight,” he says.

Another thing that hits harder after reading sunrise 😭you know what else isn’t built in a day? A revolution

While the fire catches,

If we could get somewhere safe, maybe I could be different. I don’t know.”

😭😭

The berries. I realize the answer to who I am lies in that handful of poisonous fruit. If I held them out to save Peeta because I knew I would be shunned if I came back without him, then I am despicable. If I held them out because I loved him, I am still self-centered, although forgivable. But if I held them out to defy the Capitol, I am someone of worth. The trouble is, I don’t know exactly what was going on inside me at that moment.

Life in District 12 isn’t really so different from life in the arena. At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.

Or snow hitting the ground.”

Until one time, I open my eyes and find someone I cannot block out looking down at me. Someone who will not plead, or explain, or think he can alter my design with entreaties, because he alone really knows how I operate.