Sunrise on the Reaping (The Hunger Games, #0.5)

by Suzanne Collins

though I’m not a drinker myself,

“And that’s part of our trouble. Thinking things are inevitable. Not believing change is possible.”

The moment our hearts shattered? It belongs to us.

Who will sing your songs now, Louella?

“I’d rather be despised than ignored.”

guessing you’d have been wearing miner’s overalls to your grave. We never, none of us, had any choices.”

She considers it. “All right. Just be careful if you take it off