Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2)

by Suzanne Collins

While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking only of me. Shame isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel. “You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,” Haymitch says.

I’ve spent all these weeks getting to know who my competitors are, without even thinking about who my teammates are. Now a new kind of confidence is lighting up inside of me, because I think I finally know who Haymitch is. And I’m beginning to know who I am. And surely, two people who have caused the Capitol so much trouble can think of a way to get Peeta home alive.

Reading this again after reading sunrise on the reaping is quite literally going to kill me.

“Any last words of advice?” Peeta asks. “Stay alive,” Haymitch says gruffly. That’s almost an old joke with us now. He gives us each a quick embrace, and I can tell it’s all he can stand.

CORIOLANUS SNOW WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH !!!!!!!