by Suzanne Collins
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My name is Katniss Everdeen.
Why am I not dead?
I should be dead.
Katniss Everdeen, girl on fire, has survived, even though her home has been destroyed. Gale has escaped. Katniss's family is safe. Peeta has been captured by the Capitol. District 13 really does exist. There are rebels. There are new leaders. A revolution is unfolding.
It is by design that Katniss was rescued from the arena in the cruel and haunting Quarter Quell, and it is by design that she has long been part of the revolution without knowing it. District 13 has come out of the shadows and is plotting to overthrow the Capitol. Everyone, it seems, has had a hand in the carefully laid plans--except Katniss.
The success of the rebellion hinges on Katniss's willingness to be a pawn, to accept responsibility for countless lives, and to change the course of the future of Panem. To do this, she must put aside her feelings of anger and distrust. She must become the rebels' Mockingjay--no matter what the personal cost.
“It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”
You know that moment when you’ve been staring at your iPad and bawling without even realizing how long you’ve been doing so?? You just zone out, disappear, fall from the face of the earth and cease to exist in that moment? Yeah. That is me for this book. The end. You know…And me. Crying fat, hot crocodile tears.
All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.
Amazing how quickly time passes without you even realizing it. Tick, tock.
“Stay with me?”
Maybe it’s my deep emotional connection to the characters now that I’ve read the book so many times and have watched the movies on repeat. Maybe I’m just fucking biased because this is my favorite series IN LIFE. But I refuse to believe that.
“Ally.” Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
“You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
“I think….you still have no idea. The effect you can have.”
It’s the writing. It’s the characters. It’s the movies. It’s the
connection. I will never feel this way again…now I’m sure of it. I’ve read and loved many books since 2012. And probably prior to it, as well. I’m a reader. And I’ve even had my bouts of, ‘Is this really still my favorite series? Am I just holding it on a pedestal?’ Because I’ll tell you-I’ve found a lot of new favorites. But passing this one isn’t so. I can rest assured. No one will ever beat the boy with the bread and the girl on fire. NO. ONE.
I’ll miss it so much. Until next time, books. Hopefully it will be just as all-consuming as this time. Yeah-I’m as shocked as you are.
“You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”
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The Hunger Games #1
Catching Fire #2