“it took Peeta’s ploy for me to recognize it. What am I going to do? I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly — as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me — then come to rest at… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“What am I going to do? I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly—as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me—then come to rest at my sides. “I’m going to be the Mockingjay.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
