The Hunger Games Trilogy

by Suzanne Collins

“Here’s some advice. Stay alive,” says Haymitch, and then bursts out laughing.

“Thank you for your consideration,” I say. Then I give a slight bow and walk straight toward the exit without being dismissed.

“I had a friend who went that year,” says my mother quietly. “Maysilee Donner. Her parents owned the sweetshop. They gave me her songbird after. A canary.”

“You’re that good?” Haymitch asks me. “So good that Brutus wants you?” I shrug. “But I don’t want Brutus. I want Mags and District Three.” “Of course you do.”