Could this series get any better? Of course I know it can.
Catching Fire was just as good as The Hunger Games, if not better. The only thing I had a problem with was the lack of Peeta. Don’t get me wrong, he’s there, but for me it just wasn’t the same. And I really enjoyed him in HG. He was pretty awesome here too, but I am kind of tired of him being the “weak” one. Meaning he gets electrocuted and then with the apes/monkeys.
This book was clever, and intriguing and I couldn’t put it down. The Quarter Quell was such a good idea, and the addition of President Snow (I know he was in HG, just not as vocal) and his blood and roses smell. It was just all so...GOOD...
There were so many emotions in this book, I felt despair and anger and humor and love, etc.
I am so anticipating book 3, I cannot wait for August! And yet I’m a little sad as well because then it will be over.
Of course if you haven’t noticed I am Team Peeta, not that I don’t like Gale cause I do, but Peeta just seems right.
I hope he has a bigger role in the next book, as well as Gale.
Go buy it and devour it if you haven’t already.
and now for the quotes.
“Maybe if the whole country puts its mind to it, we can get you married before you’re thirty.”
“You’ll probably have to pass a new law,” I say with a giggle.
“If that’s what it takes,” says the president with conspiratorial good humor.
Oh, the fun we two have together.
“They’re playing with you because you’re so...you know.”
“No, I don’t know,” I say. And I really have no idea what he’s talking about.
“It’s like when you wouldn’t look at me naked in the arena even though I was half dead. You’re so...pure,” he says finally.
“I am not!” I say. “I’ve been practically ripping your clothes off every time there’s been a camera for the last year!”
“Yeah, but...I mean, for the Capitol, you’re pure,” he says, clearly trying to mollify me. “For me, you’re perfect. They’re just teasing you.”
Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can’t help enjoying his distress.
“Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven’t looked pretty?” I say.
“It must be. The sensation’s completely new. How have you managed it all these years?” he asks.
“Just avoid mirrors. You’ll forget about it,” I say.
“Not if I keep looking at you,” he says.
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