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In it is all the anger, all the fear I felt at herabandonment. Only there were still several weeks to go. It completely upset my digestion. Does he remember that? These are a luxury we can never afford. Waiting on us.

Harry is the unwanted orphan forced to live in a cupboard beneath the stairs, while the fatherless and as good as motherless Katniss ekes out a living for her family in the impoverished District 12 of Panem.

She crosses the threshold from the known to the unknown world when she arrives at the Capitol, transitioning between the two realms — as Harry does — on an extraordinary train ride. In the first volume of the trilogy, Katniss first must defeat her fellow tributes as well as the hostile environment of the arena. This marks the turning point for her: Just as Luke Skywalker must defeat the Emperor Palpatine, and Dorothy Gale must defeat the Wicked Witch, Harry must ultimately defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort, although in each volume of the series he faces a different enemy who is a stepping stone toward his final battle.

For Katniss Everdeen, defeating her fellow tributes is not the final trial. To effect lasting change for her people, she must ultimately bring down President Snow and the government. So Harry descends and returns seven times over the seven years of his story, while Katniss descends and returns three times.

They each also make an over-arching super- journey which covers the entire series. Campbell, Joseph. The Hero with a Thousand Faces []. Novato, CA: New World Library, Granger, John. Wikimedia Foundation, 18 November Parrish, Robin. She has contributed to Tolkien Studies, Mythlore and Silver Leaves journals, has published fantasy poetry, a Minoan murder mystery, and co- authored an epic fantasy short story for the Swedish music CD, Radio Rivendell Compliation, Vol.

The Book of War. Please try again later. Kindle Edition. Read this and over 1 million books with Kindle Unlimited. Long ago the districts waged war on the Capitol and were defeated. It is written in the voice of year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives in the future, post-apocalyptic nation of Panem in North America. Skip to content. Weight Loss: Download The Hunger Games Book 1. The Hunger Games Book 1 Download.

This entry was posted in Children's Books. Bookmark the permalink. Search for: My next guest is also unexpected. Madge walksstraight to me. One thing to remind you of home. Will youwear this? Wearing a token from my district isabout the last thing on my mind. A pin. Madge gives me one more. A kiss on thecheek. His body is familiar tome — the way it moves, the smell of wood smoke,even the sound of his heart beating I know from quietmoments on a hunt — but this is the first time Ireally feel it, lean and hard-muscled against my own.

Even he had to scrap hisown work sometimes. Anotheryear, they tossed everybody into a landscape ofnothing but boulders and sand and scruffy bushes. Iparticularly hated that year.


Many contestants werebitten by venomous snakes or went insane fromthirst. Not muchentertainment in that. We spent one Hunger Games watching theplayers freeze to death at night. You could hardly seethem because they were just huddled in balls andhad no wood for fires or torches or anything. It wasconsidered very anti-climactic in the Capitol, all thosequiet, bloodless deaths. Rarely evenridden in wagons. In the Seam, we travel on foot. The station is swarmingwith reporters with their insectlike cameras traineddirectly on my face.

Peeta Mellark, on the other hand, has obviously beencrying and interestingly enough does not seem to betrying to cover it up. I immediately wonder if this willbe his strategy in the Games.

To appear weak andfrightened, to reassure the other tributes that he is nocompetition at all, and then come out fighting.

Thisworked very well for a girl, Johanna Mason, fromDistrict 7 a few years back. She seemed like such asniveling, cowardly fool that no one bothered abouther until there were only a handful of contestants left. It turned out she could kill viciously. Pretty clever, theway she played it.

All thoseyears of having enough to eat and hauling bread traysaround have made him broad-shouldered and strong. It will take an awful lot of weeping to convince anyoneto overlook him. The train begins to move atonce.

The speed initially takes my breath away. Butthis is no ordinary coal train. Our journey to the Capitol will take less than aday. In school, they tell us the Capitol was built in a placeonce called the Rockies. District 12 was in a regionknown is Appalachia. Even hundreds of years ago,they mined coal here. Which is why our miners haveto dig so deep. Somehow it all comes back to coal at school.

Besidesbasic reading and math most of our instruction iscoal-related. Except for the weekly lecture on thehistory of Panem. The tribute train is fancier than even the room in theJustice Building. There are drawers filled with fine clothes, and EffieTrinket tells me to do anything I want, wear anythingI want, everything is at my disposal. Just be ready forsupper in an hour. I dress in a dark green shirt and pants. For the first time, I get a good look at it. The bird is connected to thering only by its wing tips.

I suddenly recognize it. During the rebellion, the Capitolbred a series of genetically altered animals asweapons. The common term for them was muttations,or sometimesmuttsfor short. One was a special birdcalled a jabberjay that had the ability to memorizeand repeat whole human conversations.

It took people awhileto realize what was going on in the districts, howprivate conversations were being transmitted. Then,of course, the rebels fed the Capitol endless lies, andthe joke was on it.

So the centers were shut down andthe birds were abandoned to die off in the wild. Instead, the jabberjays matedwith female mockingbirds creating a whole newspecies that could replicate both bird whistles and40 P a g e The Hunger Games — Suzanne Collins And they could re-create songs. Not just a few notes, but whole songswith multiple verses, if you had the patience to singthem and if they liked your voice.

My father was particularly fond of mockingjays. Not everyone is treated withsuch respect. But whenever my father sang, all thebirds in the area would fall silent and listen. His voicewas that beautiful, high and clear and so filled withlife it made you want to laugh and cry at the sametime.

I could never bring myself to continue thepractice after he was gone. I fasten the pinonto my shirt, and with the dark green fabric as abackground, I can almost imagine the mockingjayflying through the trees. Effie Trinket comes to collect me for supper. I followher through the narrow, rocking corridor into a diningroom with polished paneled walls. PeetaMellark sits waiting for us, the chair next to himempty. The supper comes in courses.

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A thick carrot soup,green salad, lamb chops and mashed potatoes, cheeseand fruit, a chocolate cake. It completely upset my digestion. And when they did have food, table manners weresurely the last thing on their minds. My mother taught Prim and I to eat properly, soyes, I can handle a fork and knife.

Then I wipe myhands on the tablecloth. This makes her purse herlips tightly together. Neither of our stomachs is used to such rich fare. We go to another compartment to watch the recap ofthe reapings across Panem.

They try to stagger themthroughout the day so a person could conceivablywatch the whole thing live, but only people in theCapitol could really do that, since none of them haveto attend reapings themselves.

One by one, we see the other reapings, the namescalled, the volunteers stepping forward or, moreoften, not. We examine the faces of the kids who willbe our competition. A few stand out in my mind.

Amonstrous boy who lunges forward to volunteer fromDistrict 2. A fox-faced girl with sleek red hair fromDistrict 5. A boy with a crippled foot from District And most hauntingly, a twelve-year-old girl fromDistrict Only when she mounts the stage and theyask for volunteers, all you can hear is the windwhistling through the decrepit buildings around her.

Last of all, they show District Prim being called,me running forward to volunteer. But, of course, they do hear. I see Gale pullingher off me and watch myself mount the stage. The silent salute. Onesays that District 12 has always been a bit backwardbut that local customs can be charming. As if on cue,Haymitch falls off the stage, and they groan comically.

We shake hands. They cut to the anthem again, andthe pro-gram ends. Effie Trinket is disgruntled about the state her wigwas in. A lot about televised behavior. You know your mentor is your lifeline to theworld in these Games.

The one who advises you, linesup your sponsors, and dictates the presentation ofany gifts. Haymitch can well be the difference betweenyour life and your death! Then hevomits all over the expensive carpet and falls in themess. She hops in herpointy shoes around the pool of vomit and flees theroom.

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For a few moments, Peeta and I take in the scene ofour mentor trying to rise out of the slippery vile stufffrom his stomach.

The reek of vomit and raw spiritsalmost brings my dinner up. We exchange a glance. He hardlynotices. PossiblyPeeta is trying to make a good impression on him, tobe his favorite once the Games begin. Cooking lor us. Waiting on us.

Guarding us. Takingcare of us is their job. I nod and head to my own room. I understand howPeeta feels. But making them deal with Haymitchmight be a small form of revenge. Just as he was kind to give me the bread. The idea pulls me up short. A kind Peeta Mellark isfar more dangerous to me than an unkind one. Kindpeople have a way of working their way inside me androoting there. When I get back to my room, the train is pausing at aplatform to refuel. No more. No more of either ofthem.

Unfortunately, the packet of cookies hits the groundand bursts open in a patch of dandelions by thetrack. Enough to remindme of that other dandelion in the school yard yearsago I plucked it carefully and hurried home.

That night, we gorged ourselveson dandelion salad and the rest of the bakery bread. The pages were made of oldparchment and covered in ink drawings of plants. Neat handwritten blocks told their names, where togather them, when they came in bloom, their medicaluses.

But my father added other entries to the book. Plants for eating, not healing. Dandelions, pokeweed,wild onions, pines. Prim and I spent the rest of thenight poring over those pages. The next day, we were off school. For a while I hungaround the edges of the Meadow, but finally I workedup the courage to go under the fence. Most of the time, I perched up in thebranches of an old oak, hoping for game to come by.

After several hours, I had the good luck to kill arabbit. The sight of therabbit seemed to stir something in my mother. Then she acted confused and went back tobed, but when the stew was done, we made her eat abowl.

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The woods became our savior, and each day I went abit farther into its arms. It was slow-going at first, butI was determined to feed us. I stole eggs from nests,caught fish in nets, sometimes managed to shoot asquirrel or rabbit for stew, and gathered the variousplants that sprung up beneath my feet. Plants aretricky. I kept us alive. Any sign of danger, a distant howl, the inexplicablebreak of a branch, sent me flying back to the fence atfirst.

Then I began to risk climbing trees to escape thewild dogs that quickly got bored and moved on. Bearsand cats lived deeper in, perhaps disliking the sootyreek of our district. On the eighth ofevery month, I wasentitled to do the same. The grain wasnot enough to live on, and there were other things tobuy, soap and milk and thread.

Itwas frightening to enter that place without my fatherat my side, but people had respected him, and theyaccepted me. I also sold at the back doors of thewealthier clients in town, trying to remember what myfather had told me and learning a few new tricks aswell.

The butcher would buy my rabbits but notsquirrels. Peacekeeper loved wild turkey. The mayor had apassion for strawberries. In late summer, I was washing up in a pond when Inoticed the plants growing around me.

Tall withleaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three whitepetals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digginginto the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of theroots. Thatnight, we feasted on fish and katniss roots until wewere all, for the first time in months, full. Slowly, my mother returned to us.

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She began to cleanand cook and preserve some of the food I brought infor winter. People traded us or paid money for hermedical remedies. One day, I heard her singing. Prim was thrilled to have her back, but I keptwatching, waiting for her to disappear on us again. And some small gnarled place insideme hated her for her weakness, for her neglect, forthe months she had put us through.

Prim forgave her,but I had taken a step back from my mother, put up awall to protect myself from needing her, and nothingwas ever the same between us again. Now I was going to die without that ever being setright. I thought of how I had yelled at her today in theJustice Building. I had told her I loved her, too,though. So maybe it would all balance out. In the distance, Isee the lights of another district. I think about the people in their houses, settling infor bed.

I imagine my home, with its shutters drawntight. What are they doing now, my mother and Prim?

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Were they able to eat supper? The fish stew and thestrawberries? Or did it lay untouched on their plates? Surely, there were more tears. Is my motherholding up, being strong for Prim? Prim will undoubtedly sleep with my mother tonight. The thought of that scruffy old Buttercup postinghimself on the bed to watch over Prim comforts me. Ifshe cries, he will nose his way into her arms and curlup there until she calms down and falls asleep.

Imagining my home makes me ache with loneliness.

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This day has been endless. Could Gale and I havebeen eating blackberries only this morning? It seemslike a lifetime ago. Like a long dream that deterioratedinto a nightmare. Maybe, if I go to sleep, I will wakeup back in District 12, where I belong. Probably the drawers hold any number of nightgowns,but I just strip off my shirt and pants and climb intobed in my underwear.

The sheets are made of soft,silky fabric. A thick fluffy comforter gives immediatewarmth. But no tears come. So I let the train rock me intooblivion.

Gray light is leaking through the curtains when therapping rouses me. What thoughts fillher waking hours? What dreams come to her atnight?

I have no idea. My fingers trace the circle around thelittle gold mockingjay and I think of the woods, and ofmy father, and of my mother and Prim waking up,having to get on with things.

And once we reach the city, my stylistwill dictate my look for the opening ceremoniestonight anyway. As I enter the dining car, Effie Trinket brushes by mewith a cup of black coffee. Peeta holds a roll and looks somewhat embarrassed.

Sit down! Eggs, ham, piles of friedpotatoes. A tureen of fruit sits in ice to keep it chilled. The basket of rolls they set before me would keep myfamily going for a week. A cup ofcoffee. My mother adores coffee, which we couldalmost never afford, but it only tastes bitter and thinto me. Then I stuff down every mouthful I can hold,which is a substantial amount, being careful to notoverdo it on the richest stuff.

Peeta is still eating, breaking off bits of roll anddipping them in hot chocolate.

I realize I detest Haymitch. No wonder the District 12tributes never stand a chance. Some of our tributeshave still been strong enough to make a go of it. He generally seems so mild. It shatters on thefloor, sending the bloodred liquid running toward theback of the train. Whenhe turns back to reach for the spirits, I drive my knifeinto the table between his hand and the bottle, barelymissing his fingers.

Instead he sits back and squintsat us. He starts to raise it tothe red mark on his jaw. He turns to me. I yank the knifeout of the table, get a grip on the blade, and thenthrow it into the wall across the room. I was actuallyjust hoping to get a good solid stick, but it lodges inthe seam between two panels, making me look a lotbetter than I am. We obey and hecircles us, prodding us like animals at times,checking our muscles, examining our faces.

Seem fit. He takes thebottle of spirits from the table and leaves the car. Asthe door swings shut behind him, the car goes dark. I realize we must be in thetunnel that runs up through the mountains into theCapitol. The mountains form a natural barrierbetween the Capitol and the eastern districts.

It isalmost impossible to enter from the east exceptthrough the tunnels. This geographical advantage wasa major factor in the districts losing the war that ledto my being a tribute today. Peeta Mellark and I stand in silence as the trainspeeds along.

The tunnel goes on and on and I thinkof the tons of rock separating me from the sky, andmy chest tightens. I hate being encased in stone thisway. It reminds me of the mines and my father,trapped, unable to reach sunlight, buried forever inthe darkness. The train finally begins to slow and suddenly brightlight floods the compartment. If anything, they have not quite captured themagnificence of the glistening buildings in a rainbowof hues that tower into the air, the shiny cars that rolldown the wide paved streets, the oddly dressed peoplewith bizarre hair and painted faces who have nevermissed a meal.

All the colors seem artificial, the pinkstoo deep, the greens too bright, the yellows painful tothe eyes, like the flat round disks of hard candy wecan never afford to buy at the tiny sweet shop inDistrict The people begin to point at us eagerly as theyrecognize a tribute train rolling into the city. But Peetaholds his ground, actually waving and smiling at thegawking crowd. He only stops when the train pullsinto the station, blocking us from their view.

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He sees me staring at him and shrugs. I think of his actions since thereaping began. The friendly squeeze of my hand. Hisfather showing up with the cookies and promising tofeed Prim His tearsat the station.

Volunteering to wash Haymitch butthen challenging him this morning when apparentlythe nice-guy approach had failed. And now thewaving at the window, already trying to win thecrowd. All of the pieces are still fitting together, but I sensehe has a plan forming.

He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which alsomeans that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave methe bread, is fighting hard to kill me. I grit my teeth as Venia, a woman with aquahair and gold tattoos above her eyebrows, yanks astrip of Fabric from my leg tearing out the hairbeneath it. Whydo their jaws barely open when they talk?

Odd vowels, clipped words, and always ahiss on the letter s This is the last one. The final swathe of my leg hair isuprooted in a painful jerk. Apparently hehas no interest in seeing me until Venia and the othermembers of my prep team have addressed someobvious problems. This has included scrubbing downmy body with a gritty loam that has removed not onlydirt but at least three layers of skin, turning my nailsinto uniform shapes, and primarily, ridding my bodyof hair.

My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts ofmy eyebrows have been stripped of the Muff, leavingme like a plucked bird, ready for roasting. My skin feels sore and tingling and intenselyvulnerable. But I have kept my side of the bargainwith Haymitch, and no objection has crossed my lips.