hallo people, this is what happened when i read 1 part in mockingjay. ok here i g, I was on my avondeten, diner tafel, tabel when i found out Peeta called Katniss a mutt. when i was done with that chapter I went to my divan, bank i turned off my kindle I sat on the divan, bank put my face on the zitplaats, stoel and started screaming and crying. then i rolled off the divan, bank and put my face back in to a hoofdkussen, kussen on the floor. i sad WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT TO HER! I threw things and yelled at the kindle and my poster of peeta my mom was laughing then my dad came home pagina and he asked my mom what happened. she told him everything. my dad told me...

okay,first of all, for those of u who somehow dont know this, there is going to be a the hunger games movie!!!!!! i totally cant wait till it comes out, which is march 23,2012.
iv always felt so close to katniss through the hunger games, and i was so sad to find out that mockingjay was the last book in that series.
the auteur of the hunger games is suzanne collins, and she also wrote the gregor the overlander series.
so, if u have not read that series u totally should. there are five boeken in that series, and thy are really good!!
if you're looking for another good book, then u should...

My fingernails are chewed to the nub. Filled with dirt I cannot clean and of unnatural color. Everywhere I look, there is jungle and green. I hate her, the Mockingjay. She did this, she is going to make us die! She is what killed almost everyone I loved. And what did I do? I didn't know about a rebellion of anything. And now we have to pay for something that is not on our hands.

Everything around me makes noise, putting the thought of an attacker around in my head. But everyone here is my friend, and 21 of them are already dead. Killed door their neighbor, friend since kindergarden, even cousin...

As I walk out towards him, I wonder. Why did he love me? Even after he lost everything, why? His parents, home pagina and even mind perished and he still held me and gave me warmth. Sometimes it's different, the way he loves me. It's not like in the cave... but as it was on the train. There is still a wall, a uithangbord I also have. This divides us as individuals with our own issues we can never deal with.

It scares me when he tightens his grip on a chair, because I know what he was thinking and wanted to do. I would just glance and say nothing, but in the bathroom, I would cry. This is why I asked to myself,...