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Reader Response Project
Transcript of Reader Response Project
This quote means that if he dies, he wants to die as "himself", not doing what the Capitol wants him to do, or letting the Games change how he thinks. He wants to show them he is not simply a pawn in their Games.
Technically, everything is owned in this book (by the Capitol), but people want to break free of that and show that they can think for themselves, and be themselves, not have to conform to doing the same thing over and over.
If the book were ever destroyed, this is the quote that should be saved because it gives the true meaning of what the people in this book stand for, they do not want to be at mercy of the Capitol, they dream to be free and not to be contained to a single district, to be allowed to do what they want to do, and if they die then they want to have lived a life of fulfilling their dreams and wishes, not having to watch people die and suffer because they stand up for what they believe in. "Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise." The Hunger Games "Sidney... Where do you keep your knives?" I ask. Her head pops up from around the corner, her blue eyes wide with bewilderment. "Um... No!!!!!!!!" She shakes her head quickly, throwing her short blond hair over her eyes, and darts back to her room. I shake my head and follow her. Knocking on the door, I say "Sid--" "No one's home!!!" She interrupts. I walk into another room, hiding, waiting for her to come out. Watching the shadows, I see the door open, and her tall, skinny figure loom across the hallway. I jump out at her and grab her by her shirt, and yank her back, "Sid, really. I wanna piece of Sammy's cake!!!" It was her younger brother's birthday, so I wanted to cut the cake. We walk downstairs, her footsteps light, with a bounce in her step, and she pulls open a drawer, "There." I grab one and go over to the cake on the counter. I'm about to cut into it and her cold hands grab me and her long fingers wrap around my wrist. "No... Don't do it..." Her light, thick eyebrows creased, her forehead wrinkled. "What NOW?!" I ask, clearly annoyed. "Don't do it..." Sidney says, "Don't cut the cake!!!!!! It has a family, y'know... It has feelings!". "I want some." I say as I take a slice. She drops to her knees, "You... You CUT THE CAKE!!!" She proclaims dramatically. "Now cut me some." The cheer back in her voice, and the lighting gives her pale blue eyes a mischievous twinkle. "You know what? You'll make a wonderful actress one day." I say, obviously being sarcastic. She nods her head, with a big smile on her face, showing her silver braces. "I know."
Rue, Katniss' ally, is dying in the arena (during the Games). This is a quote from Katniss, when she is singing to Rue, who dies soon after.
Katniss is singing about how Rue will find her paradise after death, and that she will be safe and sound there.
I walk to the cabins over the once grassy path, that has been trampled and worn down over time. The sunlight streaks through the swaying leaves of the trees, making a kaleidoscopic pattern on the grass infront of me. Walking up the wooden steps, I slip off my shoes and leave them on the front porch with the multiple others from my cabin-mates, piling up. I swing open the creaky screen door then open the thick, heavy white one with a slow sweep as it rotates 90 degrees around the hinge. In my sock feet, I slide across the dusty, grey floor to my friends bunk bed, and walk back out with her. Through the silver, chain-linked fence, the pale blue, chlorine-filled water flows gently up against the tiled walls, as more people step in and start swimming. I watch the water splash skywards, as my friend jumps in before me. The drops fall back down like a rain shower, creating previous ripples to overlap. Once we've had enough, we step out onto the rough concrete slab, where we left our shoes. The balmy breeze helps us dry off, along with our towels. Going back to the cabin, over the treeline I see the dark blue river flowing, with the white highlights of the rapids. When we get back to the cabin, we get ready for dinner.
This is a description of a camp I go to. A camp where I feel safe. A beautiful place, where everyone has fun, and everyone is pleasant and kind to one another. This is my home away from home, my paradise, my sanctuary
PERSUASIVE ESSAY Essay of Place "I keep wishing I could think of a way to ... to
show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm
more than just a piece in their Games." "Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me." Look at you! You just killed... a place mat! Character Sketch The boy with the bread refers to Peeta. He gave Katniss bread when she was starving to death, even though he had to defy his mother to do it.
B is for Brave
R is for Risky
E is for Endearing
A is for Artistic
D is for Daring
"It was the boy. In his arms, he carried two large loaves of bread that must have fallen into the fire because the crusts were scorched black" ... "The boy never even glanced my way, but i was watching him. Because of the bread, because of the red weal on his cheekbone... what had she hit him with?" ... "He threw a loaf of bread in my direction. The second quickly followed."
He was brave, risky, and daring to defy his mother, because she had hit him once, nothing is stopping her from hitting him again, harder.
He is endearing, nice, and kind.
He is artistic. He is an aspiring artist, frosts the cakes in the window of the bakery
He was cared for, and about Katniss, and she cares about him. He is slipping away, becoming more and more distant, but Katniss doesnt want to let go of him Suzanne Collins Reader Response Project
Megan 7H Katniss wants to hang on to the boy with the bread.
She is desperate, longing, needing, wanting
but knows it is useless and vain to keep trying Peeta is cold towards her
He is unfeeling, distant, cool, and withdrawn. Peeta wants to be more
than a piece in their games,
even if it means everyone
will be against him. "Look at you! You just killed... a placemat! Deep in the meadow...
You will be safe and sound
Beautiful, peaceful, calm
Away from all harm