Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3)

by Suzanne Collins

Frankly, our ancestors don’t seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars and the broken planet. Clearly, they didn’t care about what would happen to the people who came after them. But this republic idea sounds like an improvement over our current government.

“Fire is catching!” I am shouting now, determined that he will not miss a word. “And if we burn, you burn with us!”

Peeta’s physical transformation shocks me. The healthy, clear-eyed boy I saw a few days ago has lost at least fifteen pounds and developed a nervous tremor in his hands. They’ve still got him groomed. But underneath the paint that cannot cover the bags under his eyes, and the fine clothes that cannot conceal the pain he feels when he moves, is a person badly damaged.

my baby

“They were right. It did. But not quite as sick as you lying to me for Coin.”

i hate gale !!

I knot the pearl into the corner of the parachute, bury it deep in the recesses of the bag, as if it’s Peeta’s life and no one can take it away as long as I guard it.

That you do love him. I’m not saying in what way. Maybe you don’t know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him,”

Well, fine. I’ve got rope burn on my fingers, I can barely hold my eyes open, and a camera crew’s waiting for me to do something brilliant. And Snow’s got Peeta. Gale can think whatever he wants.

i cheered

Poison. The perfect weapon for a snake.

A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.

Where, I want to ask, is the doctor who determines if I am losing my mind?

“I guess there isn’t a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.”

“Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!”