So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.
Suzanne CollinsIf I feel ragged, my prep team seems in worse condition, knocking back coffee and sharing brightly colored little pills. As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.
Suzanne CollinsI really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.
Suzanne CollinsI turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.
Suzanne CollinsReally, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress.
"Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say.
"It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks.
"Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.
"Not if I keep looking at you," he says.
Mots clés pretty mirror katniss hunger-games catching-fire finnick
But what is a slingshot against a 220 pound male with a sword?
Suzanne CollinsFlight is essential, but I can't let my fear show.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés the-hunger-games
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés humor death gallows-humor pique
I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés cinna
I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés peeta
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