Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2)

by Suzanne Collins

But that was before the Games. Before my fellow tribute, Peeta Mellark, announced he was madly in love with me.

Only it wasn’t just a strategy for Peeta. I’m not sure what it was for me.

And that’s for always.

As law enforcers go, he’s one of my favorites.

Something about his smile, his red hair that sticks out every which way, gives him a boyish quality.

c'est sur il va mourrir lui

And longing.

“It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.”

“Peeta.”

“Peeta. How is the love of your life?” he asks.

“I’m not indifferent,” I say.

“Who says I’m not?” I say.

at discussing my feelings for two of the people I care most about with President Snow,

But not two people in love, which seems to be President Snow’s implication.

I tried to decide how I felt about the kiss,

had this whole speech worked out, about how I didn’t want a boyfriend and never planned on marrying,

Gale had shattered some invisible barrier between us and, with it, any hope I had of resuming our old, uncomplicated friendship.

I will have to be forever in love with Peeta.

“You could do a lot worse, you know.”

oui mais si tu veux pas épouser quelqu'un, même si tu es amoureuse de lui, c'est quand même horrible d'être obligée de l'épouser, haymitvh

Of course, I could do a lot worse than Peeta. That isn’t really the point, though, is it? One of the few freedoms we have in District 12 is the right to marry who we want or not marry at all. And now even that has been taken away from me.

c'est ce que jai dit

Given all the trouble I’ve caused, I’ve probably guaranteed any child of mine a spot in the Games.

I think of Haymitch, unmarried, no family, blotting out the world with drink.

More like solitary confinement.

Even if it means taking my own life.

What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in. I hadn’t thought about it much, but in the arena at least some of the boys got to keep their body hair whereas none of the girls did.

unless there’s some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.

although I know none of this is his fault.

And it wasn’t fair to hold you to anything that happened in the Games.

Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine . . . but I don’t know what your favorite color is?”

I think how much Peeta will like the color.

It’s not a time for kissing, but maybe I can work one in.

kissing is not the only way you show you love someone baby

At this moment, it’s impossible to imagine how I could do any better. The gift . . . it is perfect. So when I rise up on tiptoe to kiss him, it doesn’t seem forced at all.

I don’t even omit the kiss with Gale.

Bc friends (even when theyre in love) can tell each other everything also i love honesty

“This has to stop. Right now. This — this — game you two play, where you tell each other secrets but keep them from me like I’m too inconsequential or stupid or weak to handle them.”

Hard agree

“It’s exactly like that!” he yells at me.

Je suis accord

Like Haymitch was keeping me alive at his expense.

And I’d have wanted it to be her.

But I have to know what I’m walking into,”

thought since he was determined to protect you, well, between the three of us, we might be able to bring you home.”

“Was that really the only time you kissed Gale?”

even with everythonh going on hes just a teenager in love

With all that has happened today, has that question actually been preying on him?

Then he climbs into bed to hold me until I fall back to sleep.

But every night I let him into my bed.

When Effie brings it up to me, I think, Good. Maybe it will get back to President Snow. I tell her we’ll make an effort to be more discreet, but we don’t.

Pourquoi ? Cest quoile probleme

I’m the one who suggests the public marriage proposal.

“He wanted it to be real.”

Did I do it? Was it enough? Was giving everything over to you, keeping up the game, promising to marry Peeta enough?

In answer, he gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head.

You want more??? What else is there to.give

I feel is a sense of relief. That I can give up this game.

Iunderstand

That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I am free to act as desperately as I wish.

I’m not used to being touched, except by Peeta or my family,