“ Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says. Suzanne Collins
“ But more words tumble out. 'You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.'Then I dive into my… Suzanne Collins
“ Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say.“I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says.“You should wak… Suzanne Collins
“ And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me. Suzanne Collins
