Hey everyone! It’s May and it’s been so busy around here! I’m sure it’s the same for you. Thanks for hanging in there and joining in the reread. Reading the books again has brought up some really interesting thoughts and ideas that I had not even realized before. Let’s do this!
THE HUNGER GAMES: CH 15 & 16
Compare and contrast Rue and Prim. Why are these characters such important symbols in these books?
When Katniss is poisoned by Tracker Jacker venom she relives moments over and over again that are torturous and invoke fear her. Reading about it in chapter 15 made me think of 1984 and Winston’s greatest fear, which was a rat. One of the essay questions we had in my Freshman year of high school was, “What was Julia’s rat?” These things that Katniss lists are her “rat.” What’s your rat? Feel free to post and share on your blog or send an Anon Ask if that’s easier for you.
District 3. For whatever reason, this District has been filled with questions for me. Why is it not a Career district when 1, 2, & 4 are? The boy from District 3 is the one they used to dig up and rewire the mines surrounding the corncucopia. What other District 3 headcanons or questions do you have?
Katniss and Rue compare tokens. Katniss’s is the gold Mockingjay pin and Rue’s is a necklace woven out of some kind of grass and on it hangs a roughly carved wooden star of flower for good luck. Post a pic or some art of what your token would be. It needs to be Gamemaker approved and state a reason why you chose it.
Reblog Prim & Rue this week: art, fanfic, pics, gifs, meta, etc. Let’s fill our dashes with these two gorgeous and important girls.
And for the first time, I understand what he means. I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can’t own.
“Peeta had put me to bed and I had asked him to stay with me as I was drifting off. He had whispered something I couldn’t quite catch. But some part of my brain had trapped his single word of reply and let it swim up through my dreams to taunt me now. ‘Always.’”
“Good night,” I whisper to the bow in my hand and feel it go still. I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.