I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. โHere.โ I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.
Suzanne CollinsI'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
Suzanne CollinsOh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.
Suzanne CollinsWhat must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by? What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?
Suzanne Collins