Kelani’s Reviews > The Hunger Games [Hardcover] [2010] (Author) Suzanne Collins > Status Update

‘Betrayal. That’s the first thing I feel, which is ludicrous. For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.’

‘The stew’s made with tender chunks of lamb and dried plums today. Perfect on the bed of wild rice.’

‘I can’t help comparing what I have with Gale to what I’m pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale’s motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter’s. It’s not a fair comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other’s survival means our own death. How do you side step that?’

“Well, that’s that,” says Haymitch. Then he butters a roll.
“Do you think they’ll arrest me?” I ask.
“Doubt it. Be a pain to replace you at this stage,” says Haymitch.

#SOTR

‘It’s weird, how much he’s noticed me. Like the attention he’s paid to my hunting. And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either. The flour. The wrestling. I have kept track of the boy with the bread.’

‘I load a plate with eggs, sausages, batter cakes covered in thick orange preserves, slices of pale purple melon. As I gorge myself, I watch the sun rise over the Capitol. I have a second plate of hot grain smothered in beef stew. Finally, I fill a plate with rolls and sit at the table, breaking off bits and dipping them in hot chocolate, the way Peeta did on the train.’

‘Perhaps the girl doesn’t even remember me. But I know she does. You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.’

‘I’d set out to tell her that I was sorry about dinner. But I know that my apology runs much deeper. That I’m ashamed I never tried to help her in the woods. That I let the Capitol kill the boy and mutilate her without lifting a finger.
Just like I was watching the Games.’

“I asked Cinna why they let us up here. Weren’t they worried that some of the tributes might decide to jump right over the side?” says Peeta.
“What’d he say?” I ask.
“You can’t,” says Peeta. He holds out his hand into seemingly empty space. There’s a sharp zap and he jerks it back. “Some kind of electric field throw you back on the roof.”

“Who’s idea was the hand holding?” asks Haymitch.
“Cinna’s,” says Portia.
“Just the perfect touch of rebellion,” says Haymitch. “Very nice.”
Rebellion? I have to think about that one a moment.’