-Chapter 1, Page 3-
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping.
-Chapter 1, Page 4-
Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of their broken nails, the lines of their sunken face. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn’t until two. May as well sleep in. If you can.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Literary Luminary
-Chapter 1, Page 3-
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping.
-Chapter 1, Page 4-
Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of their broken nails, the lines of their sunken face. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn’t until two. May as well sleep in. If you can.
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping.
-Chapter 1, Page 4-
Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of their broken nails, the lines of their sunken face. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn’t until two. May as well sleep in. If you can.
Literary Luminary
-Chapter 1, Page 3-
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping.
-Chapter 1, Page 4-
Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of their broken nails, the lines of their sunken face. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn’t until two. May as well sleep in. If you can.
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping.
-Chapter 1, Page 4-
Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of their broken nails, the lines of their sunken face. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn’t until two. May as well sleep in. If you can.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Katniss's diary
I’m Katniss Everdeen, I’m 16-year-old. I think today will be my worst day ever. I woke up at 8:00 but I had to sleep again because it was too dark outside. My hometown, District 12 is really cold and too dark to live. I need a lamp to work. Today, I have to hunt with Gale so I can feed my mom and sister. But the weather isn’t good, it seems to rain. I think I should fish today. After fishing or hunting I have to go to exchange market and trade my fish with Uncle Sam’s bread.
vocabs
1 I look around in bewilderment.
2 I stare uncomprehendingly as a trickle of water drips off a sting under his ear.
3 I’m hyperventilating.
4 The girl, so breathtakingly beautiful in her golden dress the night of the interview.
5 He coughs out something unintelligible.
1) a confusing maze or tangle, as of objects or conditions
2) not to understand the nature or meaning of
3) to be afflicted with hyperventilation
4) thrillingly beautiful, remarkable, astonishing, exciting, or the like
5) not intelligible; not capable of being understood
2 I stare uncomprehendingly as a trickle of water drips off a sting under his ear.
3 I’m hyperventilating.
4 The girl, so breathtakingly beautiful in her golden dress the night of the interview.
5 He coughs out something unintelligible.
1) a confusing maze or tangle, as of objects or conditions
2) not to understand the nature or meaning of
3) to be afflicted with hyperventilation
4) thrillingly beautiful, remarkable, astonishing, exciting, or the like
5) not intelligible; not capable of being understood
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