No one knows what to do with you, girlie.

A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.

But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.

The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.

I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead.