Closing and opening lines of each book-
Hunger Games
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold.
I take his hand, holding tightly, preparing for the cameras and dreading the moment I will finally let go.
Catching Fire
I clasp the flask between my hands even though the warmth from the tea has long since leached into the frozen air.
Katniss, there is no District Twelve.
Mockingjay-
I stare down at my shoes, watching as a fine layer of ash settles on to the worn leather
But there are much worse games to play
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