hunger-games

Katniss: I__ coming back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home. Peeta: (Gives an unconvincing shake of head.)Caesar: Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what__ her name?Peeta: Well, there is this one girl. I__e had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I__ pretty sure she didn__ know I was alive until the reaping.Caesar: She have another fellow?Peeta: I don__ know, but a lot of boys like her.Caesar: So, here__ what you do. You win, you go home. She can__ turn you down, eh?Peeta: I don__ think it__ going to work out. Winning_ won__ help in my case.Caesar: Why ever not?Peeta: Because_ because_ she came here with me.Caesar: Oh, that is a piece of bad luck.Peeta: It__ not good.Caesar: Well, I don__ think any of us can blame you. It__ be hard not to fall for that young lady. She didn__ know?Peeta: Not until now.

Peeta actually is charming and then utterly winning as the boy in love. And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna__ hands, desirable by Peeta__ confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

As long as you can find yourself, you__l never starve.

My spirit. This is a new thought. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I'm a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It's not as if I'm never friendly. Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.

Oh my," she said as though to herself. "The rumors are true, you have been kept in the dark.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight of his body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed against my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.

My face flushed scarlet. I was a stranger in my own skin. I had ever felt this kind of anger in my life. Fort and confusion grew. Its sensation was an overwhelming concoction of hate. The only things I knew - the only things keeping me remotely calm- was the following litany.My name is Eleanora Ada Stone. I was moved from home to home for seventeen years. I am now living on this god-forsaken island in Maine. I was being kept from a world of secrets. I have abilities. I am not human. I do not know what I am.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink.Suddenly I felt the slight weight go this body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed adjacent my ear."How human you are," he whispered.

What do we do know?(Peeta)I guess we try to forget...(Katniss)I don't want to forget.(Peeta)

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

He__ dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he__ be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.

My children, who don't know they play on a graveyard.

Whatever strength, courage... madness keeps us going, we find it, in times like these. You have it, soldier. It's what kept you alive all this time.

When I break into the clearing, she's on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has the time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body.

Finnick?" I say, "Maybe some pants?"He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- "distracting?"I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell

Are you preparing for another war, Plutarch?" I ask."Oh, not now. Now we're in a sweet period where everyone agrees that our recent horrors should never be repeated," he says. "But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction. Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

Lunch makes me feel a bit better.