Let the Hunger Games Begin!

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.

No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

Yes, everyone in the districts will be watching me to see how I handle this death sentence, this final act of President Snow’s dominance. They will be looking for some sign that their battles have not been in vain. If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me…but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?

You're not going to die. I forbid it. All right?" "All right," he whispers.

I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.

If you'd been taken by the Capital and hijacked and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?