Hadde hørt så mye positivt om denne boken på forhånd.. Men fyyyF så skuffa jeg ble. Ga meg mens hun fortsatt surret rundt i Italia, virkelig en lite interessang og svært uinspirerende bok. Det var amerikansk klisje på sitt værste. Og den burde egentlig ha truffet meg ganske bra, jeg var nysingel og på ferie alene da jeg leste den, men nei. Tror denne boken er best for damer over 40 som ikke har lest noe særlig utover Unni Lindell fra før av. (Er ikke meningen å virke sååå negativ, men denne boken vekker harme i meg(sikkert på gunn av all den ufortjente positive oppmerksomheten den har fått)).
We accept the love we think we deserve.
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.
W: You don't really feel that way about me you know. It's this body... she's pretty isn't she?
I: She is. Melanie is a very pretty girl. Even beautiful. But pretty as she is, she is a stranger to me. She's not the one I... care about.
W: It's this body.
I: That's not true at all. It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what they say. It's not how you look like in that body, it's what you do with it. You are beautiful.
If we burn, you burn with us