The girl on fire

The District Four reaping of the 75th Hunger Games

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is district 12. There is no district 12. I am the Mockingjay. I brought down the Capitol. President Snow hates me. He killed my sister. Now I will kill him. And then The Hunger Games will be over.

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Wake me up when Catching Fire is out on dvd

I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I’m right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women and children. There will be no survivors. I want to tell the people that if you think for one second the Capitol will treat us fairly if there’s a cease-fire, you’re deluding yourself. Because we know what they are and what they are. THIS IS WHAT THEY DO. 

President Snow says he’s sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground. Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

I’ll carry your world.

“Whenever I really want a part, I’m not sure what to do. How do I let the director know how obsessed I am and willing to do anything for the movie? Like, I wanted to write this one director a letter, so I wrote him a handwritten note. But then I was like, How many people are writing this guy handwritten letters? Is it going to seem cheesy? What do I do? Do I sleep outside of his house until he agrees to give me the part? […] It makes you feel supercrazy. It’s like, ‘Please give me this part! I’ll boil a rabbit!’”