A Love Story Triology (SPOILER ALERT!!!)

I just finished reading The Hunger Games triology about an hour and a half ago, and I wanted to share one favorite moment with you all from each book. It's not going to be easy, but I do know which to share from the first and the third book, no clue about the second though but I'll think of something.

Recommendation: If you haven't read the books, don't continue reading if you are planning on it. And if you're planning on just watching the movies.... Don't read on then, either! This is a major spoiler alert! I think I've made my message clear now, so if you do decide to continue reading you cannot blame me! Feel free to read on if you have no plans of reading or seeing the movies though - maybe I can change your mind ;-) People who haven't read the books or seen the first movie thinks it's about a bunch of kids sendt into an arena to kill each other until only one remains, but it's so much more than that.



The Hunger Games

My eyes were pretty much glued to the pages the entire time, I found it hard to put the book down, I didn't want to eat or sleep or anything because it would mean wasting time that was better spent reading, but I think I was reading the fastest on the last three pages when Katniss and Peeta are on the train, on their way back to District 12. Haymitch congratulates them on the great job they did back in the Capitol after the Games were finished, and says they just has to keep it up through the districts. Peeta is confused, so Katniss confesses Haymitch has been coaching her through the interviews so she wouldn't make the stunt with the berries even worse. Peeta begins to realize that the way she acted in the arena, when they were the star crossed lovers, was all an act on her part. 

"Katniss?" He drops my hand and I take a step, as if to catch my balance. "It was all for the Games," Peeta says. "How you acted."
"Not all of it," I say, tightly holding on to my flowers.
"Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is, what's going to be left when we get home?" he says.
"I don't know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get," I say. He waits, for further explanation, but none's forthcoming.
"Well, let me know when you work it out," he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable.

***

I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part. So we just stand there silently, watching our grimy little station rise up around us. Through the window, I can see the platform's thick with cameras. Everyone will be eagerly watching our homecoming. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Peeta extend his hand. I look at him, unsure.
"One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

Catching Fire

Well, with an ending like that, who wouldn't be eager to just dive right into the next book? I know that's what I wanted to, but unfortunately, that wasn't supposed to happen. I had to get the book first. So I went straight to play.com and ordered both Catching Fire and Mockingjay from England. Days turned into weeks, and the first book to arrive in my mailbox was naturally the latter - and although I've read books in the wrong order before, I refused to do that here. Another week or so passed, and finally the book arrived. I speeded through that book too, but didn't find it quite as captivating as the first one. However, it was a really exciting book to read, what with the quarter quell being that past victors were supposed to face each other in another Hunger Games. So as a favorite moment of mine, I chose a scene with Peeta and Katniss on the beach in the arena.

Peeta and I sit on the damp sand, facing away from each other, my right shoulder and hip pressed against his. I watch the water as he watches the jungle, which is better for me. I'm still haunted by the voices of the jabberjays, which unfortunately the insects can't drown out. After a while I rest my head against his shoulder. Feel his hand caress my hair.
"Katniss," he says softly, "it's no use pretending we don't know what the other one is trying to do." No, I guess there isn't, but it's no fun discussing it, either. Well, not for us, anyway. The Capitol viewers will be glued to their sets so they don't miss one wretched word.
"I don't know what kind of deal you think you've made with Haymitch, but you should know he made me promises as well." Of course, I know this, too. He told Peeta they could keep me alive so that he wouldn't be suspicious.
"So I think we can assume he was lying to one of us."  This gets my attention. A double deal. A double promise. With only Haymitch knowing which one is real. I raise my head, meet Peeta's eyes. "Why are you saying this now?"
"Because I don't want you forgetting how different our circumstances are. If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life," he says. "I would never be happy again." I start to object but he puts a finger to my lips. "It's different for you. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard. But there are other people who'd make your life worth living."
[...]
"Your family needs you, Katniss," Peeta says. [...] I wait for him to mention the baby, to play the cameras, but he doesn't. And that's how I know that none of this is part of the Games. That he is telling me the truth about what he feels. "No one really needs me," he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice.
[...]
"I do," I say. "I need you." He looks upset, takes a deep breath, as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss. I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. This time, there's 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 me greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

Mockingjay

This third book was even harder to read than the prequel, not because it wasn't interesting enough but because I didn't want the story to end. I've been dragging the days out, distracting myself with knitting and such, trying to save the end of the book, so to say. I think it's safe to say that I've never read a series of books this fast before, and felt so strongly about them at the same time. So let's just cut to the chase, and I'll show you my favorite moment of this book.

If you've taken my advice you've already read this book by the time you read this, and you know all about the captivations, who's dead, who's alive, what games have been played... If you haven't, just read the book, already!

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life. I try to follow Dr Aurelius's advice, just going through the motions, amazed when one finally has meaning again. I tell him my idea about the book, and a large box of parchment sheets arrive on the next train from the Capitol.

I got the idea from our family's plant book. The place where we recorded those things you cannot trust to memory. The page begins with the person's picture. A photo if we can find it. If not, a sketch or painting by Peeta. Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue positioned on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a  bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promise to live well to make their deaths count. Haymitch finally joins us, contributing twenty-three years of tributes he was forced to mentor. Additions become smaller. An old memory that surfaces. A late primrose preserved between the pages. Strange bits of happiness, like the photo of Finnick and Annie's newborn son. 

We learn to keep busy again. Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs outm and then raises geese until the next train arrives. Fortunately, the geese can take pretty good care of themselves. We're not alone. A few hundred others return because, whatever has happened, this is our home. With the mines closed, they plow the ashes into the earth and plant food. Machines from the Capitol break ground for a new factory where we will make medicines. Although no one seeds it, the Meadow turns green again.

Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real." 

 







What do you think of my favorite moments?
Do you have any of your own - please share!

 

♥ The Norwegian Teenager

 

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