May 8th,
Note: Katniss' Birthday. I'm sure the fandom celebrates this!
My voice has risen to a shout. In it is all the anger, all the fear I felt at her abandonment.
Note: Why Katniss is nearly cruel to her mother in departing.
“Maybe,” I say, because I can hardly tell my mother to carry on if I’ve already given up myself.
Note: Collins is using a fair amount of what would seem like exposition to me if I wrote it myself, but it makes perfect sense here. Katniss notices her own shift in thinking.
The woods always look different at night. Even with the glasses, everything has an unfamiliar slant to it. As if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.
Note: This is how the kids feel on night walks at Balarat: "The woods always look different at night. Even with the glasses, everything has an unfamiliar slant to it. As if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places."