Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3)

by Suzanne Collins

Portia. Peeta’s prep team. Effie.

an image of Snow’s face accompanied by the whisper in my head. I will kill you.

He doesn’t speak, just runs his fingers over the bruises on my neck with a touch as light as moth wings, plants a kiss between my eyes, and disappears.

There’s a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don’t give up on him.”

my mother’s healing hands, my father’s level head, and my fight.

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they

did, and she tried to kill me. She killed my friends. My family. Don’t even go near her! She’s a mutt!”

Not only does he hate me and want to kill me, he no longer believes I’m human. It was less painful being strangled.

you want me to be the Mockingjay, you’ll have to send me away.”

Snow has stolen him from me, twisted him beyond recognition, and made me a present of him.

“I thought . . . I’ll never compete with that. No matter how much pain I’m

don’t stand a chance if he doesn’t get better. You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong about being with me.”

“The way I always felt wrong kissing him b...

“If I thought that was true, I could almost live with...

it doesn’t matter anymore,

I’m so desperately lonely I can’t stand it.

About six months before that.

And I realized . . . I minded,”

victor. Lyme, the tribute from District 2, who won her Hunger Games over a generation

His intent, his full intent, becomes clear. Gale has no interest in preserving the lives of those in the Nut. No interest in caging the prey for later use.

This is one of his death traps.

“So what?” says Gale. “We’ll never be able to trust them again.” “They should at least have a chance to surrender,” says

What did we just do?

“We didn’t bomb the train tunnel, you know. Some of them will probably

“We blew up your mine. You burned my district to the ground. We’ve got every reason to kill each other. So do it. Make the Capitol happy. I’m done killing their slaves for them.”

“I’m not their slave,”

“I am,”

“That’s why I killed Cato . . . and he killed Thresh . . . and he killed Clove . . . and she tried to kill me. It just goes around and around, and who wins? Not us. Not the districts. Always the Ca...

He understood it all before we’d even set foot in the arena. I hope he’s watching now, that he remembers that night as it happene...

We all have one enemy, and it’s the Capitol!

It’s a truly stupid thing to say, especially to a victor.

“You’ve got to stop running straight into trouble.” “I know. But someone blew up a mountain,” I answer.

“You think I’m heartless.”

know you’re not. But I won’t tell yo...

“Panem et Circenses translates into ‘Bread and Circuses.’ The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power.” I think about the Capitol.

“So that’s what the districts are for. To provide the bread and circuses.”

What could spell victory louder than a happy Mockingjay twirling around to music?

Dancing transforms

frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta’s.

“Katniss. I remember about the bread.”

Our one moment of real connection before the Hunger Games.

must have loved you a lot.”

“And did you love me?” he asks.

Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly.

I hate him for it.

smallish seventeen-year-old girl who can’t quite catch her breath since her ribs haven’t fully healed. Disheveled. Undisciplined. Recuperating. Not a soldier, but someone who needs to be looked after.

“You can do it. We both can. We’re victors, remember? We’re the ones who can survive anything they throw at

She has more influence on him than any of the others do, because he really does know her.

hear that old note of gentleness in his voice that I thought was gone forever. Not that it’s directed at me. But still.

“It’s the way he hates you. It’s so . . . familiar. I used to feel like that,”