I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?

Twirl for me.

In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.

My name is Katniss Everdeen.
Why am I not dead?
I should be dead.

As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.

Girl talk. That thing I've always been so bad at.