The Hunger Games Summary
It's not your everyday teenager that volunteers to enter a fight to the death, but then again not every teenager has a cool name like "Katniss Everdeen" either. Clearly she was destined for greatness.
|21st-Century Literature||21st-Century American Literature|
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|Author||Collins - Suzanne Collins|
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with my buddy Gale, and hunting with my bow and arrows.
When the 74th Annual Hunger Games rolled around, all us tribute-aged kids from District 12
got our names put in a big hat. My little sister's name got picked...
...so I volunteered to go in her place, because I'm just that awesome. Peeta, the baker's
son, was selected as tribute, too. In the Capitol, Peeta and I were mentored
by Haymitch, who was on a first-name basis with Jim Beam. Our stylists, Cinna and Portia,
lit us on fire.
Then, when I put on my Legolas face and wowed the Gamemakers, Peeta busted out that he'd
been in love with me for, like, ever. Um, okay. The audience seemed to like that angle,
so I rolled with it. Let the Hunger Games begin! On the first day,
everybody died. Okay, obviously not everyone, or I wouldn't be telling you this story, but
the death toll was significant.
I did my best Girl Scout impression and relied on my survival skills to get through the day.
Peeta, however, became besties with the Career Tributes, who did their darnedest to try and
kill me. Fortunately, some tracker jackers got in the way.
I formed an alliance with Rue, this cute kid from District 11, and we were amazing for
a little while...
...but then she got killed. I covered her body with flowers because I found itÉ aesthetically
pleasing. The audience, however, thought this was my way of stickin' it to the Man.
And then the announcer was like, rule change! Turns out the Peeta-hearts-Katniss-forever
thing was really popular...
...so popular, that two people from a single district would be allowed to win the Hunger
Games for the first time ever. It looked like Peeta and I might make it out after all. Of
course, he had to survive that nasty leg wound first.
I nursed Peeta back to health, acting romantical the whole time, because that got us gifts
from our sponsors. Once Peeta was functional again, it was time
to kill Cato, the only other tribute still left alive. But first, man-eating mutant dogs!
I shot Cato, and he fell back into the pack and things gotÉ kinda messy.
At last, Peea and I were in the clear, but then there was another rule change. Peeta
and I were going to have to kill each other after all...
...or we could just eat poisoned berries, commit suicide, and go on to that big District
12 in the sky. Suicide, it seems, is not a legit out in the
Hunger Games, so the powers that be decided, hey, we won after all!
However, the Capitol was less than happy with that outcome. In order to avoid being punished,
Peeta and I had to continue acting all lovey-dovey.
Except it turned out that Peeta really did love me. Oops. And he knew I didn't love him.
Double oops. Oh, well. Even if my love life was on the
rocks, I'd managed to survive the Hunger Games. At least that was an experience I'd never
have to go through again...