Catching Fire

Catching Fire (the second book of the Hunger Games)

By Suzanne Collins

The second book of Suzanne Collin’s EPIC trilogy continues with gasp-out-loud cliff hangers and surprising twists! This is my favorite book in the series. There is still a bit of humor, but this book is more serious than the first. Here is a clip from the book.

Cinna and Portia arrive with the dawn, and I know Peeta will have to go. Tributes enter the arena alone. He gives me a light kiss. “See you soon,” he says. “See you soon,” I answer.Cinna, who will help me dress for the Games, accompanies me to the roof. I’m about to mount the ladder to the hovercraft when I remember. “I didn’t say goodbye to Portia.” “I’ll tell her,” says Cinna. The electric current freezes me in place on the ladder until the doctor injects the tracker into my left forearm. now they will always be able to locate me in the arena. The hovercraft takes off, and I look out the windows until they black out. Cinna keeps pressing me to eat, and when that fails, to drink. I manage to keep sipping water, thinking of the days of dehydration that almost killed me last year. Thinking of how I will need my strength to help keep Peeta alive. When we reach the Launch Room at the arena, I shower. Cinna braids my hair down my back and helps me dress over simple undergarments. This year’s tribute outfit is a fitted blue jumpsuit, made of very sheer material, that zippers up the front. A six-inch wide padded belt covered in shiny purple plastic. A pair of nylon shoes with rubber soles. “What do you think?” I ask, holding out the fabric for Cinna to examine. He frowns as he rubs the thin stuff between his fingers. “I don’t know. It will offer little in the way of protection from cold or water.” “Sun?” I ask, picturing a burning sun over a barren desert. “Possibly. If it’s been treated,” he says.”Oh, I almost forgot this” He takes my gold mockingjay pin from his pocket and fixes it to my jumpsuit. “My dress was fantastic last night,” I say.  Fantastic and reckless. But Cinna must know that. “I thought you might like it,” he says with a tight smile. We sit as we did last year, holding hands until the voice tells us to prepare for launch. He walks me over to the circular metal plate and zips up the neck of my jumpsuit securely. “Remember, girl on fire,” he says “I’m Still betting on you.” He kisses my forehead and steps back as the glass cylinder slides down around me. “Thank you” I say, although he probably can’t hear me. I lift my chin, holding my head high the way he always tells me to, and wait for the plate to rise. But it doesn’t. And it still doesn’t. I look at Cinna, raising my eyebrows for an explanation. He gives his head a slight shake, as perplexed as I am. Why are they delaying this? Suddenly the door behind him bursts open and three Peacekeepers spring into the room. Two pin Cinna’s arms behind him and cuff him while the third hits him in the temple with such force he’s knocked to his knees. But they keep hitting him with metal studded gloves, opening gashes on his face and body. I’m screaming my head off, banging on the unyielding glass, trying to reach him. The Peacekeepers ignore me completely as they drag Cinna’s limp body from the room. All’s left is are the smears of blood on the floor. Sickened and terrified, I feel the plate begin to rise. I’m still leaning against the glass when the breeze catches my hair and I force myself to straighten up. Just in time, too because the glass is retreating and I’m standing free in the arena. Something seems to be wrong with my vision.The ground is too bright and shiny and keeps undulating. I squint down at my feet and see that my metal plate is surrounded by blue waves that lap up over my boots. Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction. I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire.

What do you think of this?? Where is Katniss, what has happened and what do you think will happen next? Write a coment!!






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2 Responses to Catching Fire

  1. shonti says:

    i wish it was peeta not cinna
    we found a red grass hopper in my backyard!!!

  2. i know!! i dint want cinna to die either. i was so mad!

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