Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3)

by Suzanne Collins

“Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, you have provided a spark that, left unattended, may grow to an inferno that destroys Panem.”

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window.