I love Peeta, Katniss, and Prim.
this is a fairly new blog. I started it for THG and nothing but THG. I've had a personal blog for months, but, with the Hunger Games movie approaching, I figured I might as well start a Hunger Games blog before all the half-decent URLs are taken.
all of my personal or text posts are tagged #ebony's thoughts on life, so blacklist that tag if you don't like hearing me rant, complain, and express my opinions.
→ Scenes that made me love Peeta Mellark
The boy never even glanced my way, but I was watching him. Because of the bread, because of the red weal that stood out on his cheekbone. What had she hit him with? My parents never hit us. I couldn’t even imagine it. The boy took one look back to the bakery as if checking that the coast was clear, then, his attention back on the pig, he trew a loaf of bread in my direction. The second quickly followed, and he sloshed back to the bakery, closing the kitchen door tightly behind him.
I stared at the loaves in disbelief. They were fine, perfect really, except for the burned areas. Did he mean for me to have them? He must have. Because there they were at my feet. Before anyone could witness what had happened I shoved the loaves up under my shirt, wrapped the hunting jacket tightly about me, and walked swiftly away. The heat of te bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life. […]
I put my clothes to dry at the fire, crawled into bed and fell into a dreamless sleep. It didn’t occur to me until the next morning that the boy might have burned the bread on purpose. Might have dropped the loaves into the flames, knowing it meant being punished, and then delivered them to me. But I dismissed this. It must have been an accident. Why would he have done it? He didn’t even know me. Still, just throwing me the bread was an enormous kindness that would have surely resulted in a beating if discovered. I couldn’t explain his actions.
What if everyone just stopped watching? You root for your favorite. You cry when they get killed. It’s sick!
“When I first got to New York, my feet hit the sidewalk and you’d have thought I was born and raised there. I took over that town. None of my friends took me seriously. I came home and announced, ‘I’m going to move to New York,’ and they were like ‘OK.’ Then when I did, they kept waiting for me to fail and come back. But I knew I wouldn’t. I was like, ‘I’ll show you.’ — Jennifer Lawrence
“There are actresses who build themselves, and then there are actresses who are built by others. I want to build myself.”
So let the flames begin…
