The Eleventh Plague hits disturbingly close to home An excellent, taut debut novel.

Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.

It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers.

They're betting on how long I'll live!" I burst out. "They're not my friends!" "Well, try and pretend!" snaps Effie. Then she composes herself and beams at me. "See, like this. I'm smiling at you even though you're aggravating me.

Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.

What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?

You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee