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"It was slow-going at first, but I was determined to feed us. I stole eggs from nests, caught fish in nets, sometimes managed to shoot a squirrel or rabbit for stew, and gathered the various plants that sprung up beneath my feet. Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and you’re dead. I checked and double-checked the plants I harvested with my father’s pictures. I kept us alive."

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"When I was younger, I scared my mother to death, the things I would blurt out about District 12, about the people who rule our country, Panem, from the far-off city called the Capitol. Eventually I understood this would only lead us to more trouble. So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts."

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"I remembered things from growin' up, where I lived, that sort of stuff. And if God himself came down right now and told me I could go back home...If it was real, Greenie, I swear I'd go shack up with the Grievers before goin' back."

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Not to kill us, though killing us - or most of us - is necessary. They're like a landlord who kicks out a deadbeat renter so he can get the house cleaned up for the new tenant; I think this has always been about getting the place ready.

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"I can't win. Prim must know that in her heart. The competition will be far beyond my abilities. Kids from wealthier districts, where winning is a huge honor, who've been trained their whole lives for this. Boys who are two to three times my size. Girls who know twenty different ways to kill you with a knife. Oh, there'll be people like me, too. People to weed out before the real fun begins."

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"Confusion, Curiosity. Panic. Fear. But laced through it all was the dark feeling of utter hopelessness, like the world had ended for him, had been wiped from his memory and replaced with something awful."

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"I turned to my father and said, "We should nuke 'em."

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"Listen up. You’re in trouble. Word is the Capitol’s furious about you showing them up in the arena. The one thing they can’t stand is being laughed at and they’re the joke of Panem."

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"Do you think we enjoy all this? You think we enjoy watching you suffer?"

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"Could it be that the very name they'd used for their organization had been one of the Variables from the beginning? A word with obvious menace, yet an entity they were told was good?"

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"The old Cassie would have never done that. Already the Others were changing me into someone different, but I wanted to pretend that nothing had changed, especially me."

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"It wasn't the aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans."

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These dystopian novels are usually set in a certain time period where teenagers are the ones portrayed as the main character. When you think about it, no one would want to read a book about a kid when it comes to really mature literature. Older adults can read them because they see a reflection of who they could have been or sees themselves.

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The promise of escape from this reality to a different one is actually easy to do when the house environment isn't exactly the best. It doesn't even have to involve socioeconomic variables, only the creativity of the brain and what it seeks.

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When one person likes it and shares it to others who are like minded, it's easy to get caught up with the trend of reading a dystopian novel. Never having experienced what the characters experienced makes it alluring for readers to want to be in that world too. They don't know what it is like so there is naturally a fascination with the unknown.