Name: Catching Fire
ISBN: 9781410420442

Suzanne Collins

Catching Fire

vinny<3

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

lala

PEETA MELLARK IS THE MF BLUEPRINT!!! and these books still hit hard after almost ten years 

mary katherine

“My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I’m okay once I realize you’re here.”

Kaitlyn Kuehn 

"But you’ve got to go through it to get to the end of it.” 

“At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.”

"You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him you know."

“Everybody seems to know my secrets before I know them myself."

"I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you.”

Reagan

In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. 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.

And the more I come to know these people, the worse it is. Because, on the whole, I don't hate them. And some I like. And a lot of them are so damaged that my natural instinct would be to protect them. But all of them must die if I'm to save Peeta.

"So what should we do with our last few days?"

"I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," Peeta replies.

We order a bunch of food, grab some blankets, and head up to the roof for a picnic. A daylong picnic in the flower garden that tinkles with wind chimes. We eat. We lie in the sun. I snap off hanging vines and use my newfound knowledge from training to practice knots and weave nets. Peeta sketches me. We make up a game with the force field that surrounds the roof - one of us throws an apple into it and the other person has to catch it.

 one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta's lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he's practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. "What?" I ask.

"I wish I could freeze this moment, right her, right now, and live in it forever," he says.

Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I'll never have, I just let the word slip out. "Okay."

I can hear the smile in his voice. "Then you'll allow it?"

I give up. Stop speaking, responding, refuse food and water. They can pump whatever they want into my arm, but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

Micah Sarile

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it. 

"No. But for me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand," he says.

At this moment, it's impossible to imagine how I could do any better.

When a sick or dying person is brought to her... this is the only time I think my mother knows who she is.

As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don't quite catch it.

"You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.

"Come on, then," I say, pulling him into my room.

She gives me a look filled with loathing, like I'm the biggest drag possible on her life. I wonder if this is what it's like to have an older sister who really hates you.

Catching Fire

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