I am late to The Hunger Games — a book I am enjoying very much — but was brought up short by this bit: “Adrenaline shoots through me and I sling the pack over one shoulder and run full-speed for the woods. I can hear the blade whistling toward me and reflexively hike the pack up to protect my head. The blade lodges in the pack.” (page 151 of the hardback).
She heard a knife flying toward her? I don’t think so. Suzanne Collins is confusing real life with movies, which is the only place where knives ‘whistle’ through the air, the same way that, in movies, a sword will make a metallic ringing sound even when being pulled from a leather scabbard.
Update: Of course, one must counter this trivial mistake with the fact that, in the span of the book’s first ten pages Collins creates a likable but complicated protagonist, a believable, fully realized alternate world, and a killer hook that will pay out over three books. So there’s that.