In reference to my first post in the blog - "Thank Goodness I have a Kindle" -Now I must say, "Darn I had to turn in that Kindle. I have move from one side of the country to the other and had to turn in my school district owned Kindle. In reviewing my blog I found a draft never ppublished which follows. Now I don't have the book to see if I marked any other passages. I do know this was a book well worth reading, so maybe one day I will read it again and find out.
In one of letters written to Luing Ung after the book was published, the writer of the letter states: "as forgetting the past annihilates hope for the future."
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Friday, March 1, 2013
Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
I am obviously taken with Suzanne Collins prose. I felt she really drew me into how the characters felt and there insight into the world they live in.
In that one slight motion, I see the end of hope, the beginning of the destruction of everything I hold dear in the world. I can't guess what form my punishment will take, how wide the net will be cast, but when it is finished, there will most likely be nothing left. So you would think that at this moment, I would be in utter despair. Here's what's strange. The main thing I feel is a sense of relief. that I can give up this game. that the question of whether I can succeed in this venture has been answered, even if that answer is a resounding no. That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I am free to act as desperately as I wish. p 75
"I don't know if it's really an uprising. There's unrest.....And it's my fault, Gale. Because of what I did in the arena. If I had just killed myself with those berries..."
"You haven't hurt people- you've given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it...." p.99
Life in District 12 isn't really so different from life in the arena. At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it. p.118
...and I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite. p.125
"No one really needs me," he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice....I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. p.352
This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is a entirely new kind. p. 352
In that one slight motion, I see the end of hope, the beginning of the destruction of everything I hold dear in the world. I can't guess what form my punishment will take, how wide the net will be cast, but when it is finished, there will most likely be nothing left. So you would think that at this moment, I would be in utter despair. Here's what's strange. The main thing I feel is a sense of relief. that I can give up this game. that the question of whether I can succeed in this venture has been answered, even if that answer is a resounding no. That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I am free to act as desperately as I wish. p 75
"I don't know if it's really an uprising. There's unrest.....And it's my fault, Gale. Because of what I did in the arena. If I had just killed myself with those berries..."
"You haven't hurt people- you've given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it...." p.99
Life in District 12 isn't really so different from life in the arena. At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it. p.118
...and I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite. p.125
"No one really needs me," he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice....I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. p.352
This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is a entirely new kind. p. 352
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