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the blood drips on the tormented shore and the air becomes misty and hurls around her. her spirit leaps out of her chest, shuddering her cadaver as it falls limp.
seeking revenge is her priority, you can see it in her eyes as lucifer himself greets her and welcomes her home. i see the fiery depths of hell engulfing her and a ring of hell fire appears on her finger. then i wake up, every night it’s the same nightmare, and it’s killing me because the girl that i see, well she looks like me…
i’m not bad, not wicked nor devil worshipping. my father and mother are both christian, and very pure to their last belief, i look in the mirror and query every aspect of what i see. is it the crooked nose? the grey lifeless eyes? or the thick layer of skin that covers my body? why am i so different? why do my parents hate me, why does society merely attempt to hurt me… why am i a monster?
it be midnight when i flee the abandoned wreck of which i currently occupy in my refuge to search for food, it smells like death and feels like an omen follows in my very footsteps, creeping and ready to attack. i hurry to the closest supermarket dock, and rummaging through the scraps till goodies fall into my hands, filling the bag my mother threw at me for my 13th birthday. and running once again, the wind runs through my veins filling me with life and calming my nerves. i stop once i’m close to my wreck, and debate weather it’s safe to creep in, the sound of a panting dog soothes my nerves and i allow myself to fade into the shadows.
omens lurk around and play, only at night, never in the day. like owls that hoot, they screech and bark. while i slave away, making an ark. from stolen materials, grows my escape. day by day, i slave away till the last night of 1978 at last it’s ready, and shines bright under the light. the next few days pass as a blur and a routine developed, sleeping, searching, eating and repeat.

the hunger games, written by  suzanne collins, is fiction in the young adult genre, which is not my age group, but i found myself unable to put it down. its combination of nerve-racking tension, thrilling action, and engaging love story kept me up until the wee hours. i was surprised at how completely engrossing the plot was. like  brave new world, this story is set in a future where the government oppresses its people, but the book also borrows ideas from the greek myth of theseus and the minotaur.

divided into 12 districts, ruled by an oppressive government located at the  capitol. katniss everdeen, a 16-year-old girl from district 12, takes her younger sister’s place as one of 24 “tributes” selected every year to participate in the hunger games at the capitol.

while i found this book absolutely enthralling, i was surprised it was aimed at an audience of young adults. it seems extremely intense for anyone younger than 16 or 17. for example, there is a scene where one young tribute is slowly eaten alive by wolf-like creatures all night long, and katniss has to finally throw a weapon at him to end his misery. i found this a little too disturbing when i considered the age of the character.

the intensity of the action was something one would find in a more mature book, but the age of the characters and the simplicity of the prose were aimed at a much younger audience. in addition, this book was written in present tense, which i found annoying, but that’s more of a personal preference than a stylistic fault. it was also edited somewhat poorly, but that rarely distracted from the plot. for example, the author often spoke in sentence fragments to describe how katniss felt, which might have been an attempt to reflect on her thought process, but i found it disorienting to read a lot of really short sentences all together. it would have been better to vary the sentence length on occasion, but the story was still coherently.

overall,  the hunger games  was an excellent, enthralling read that i highly recommend. if it was more clearly marked for older teens, it would have been better, but it was a fantastic book with a wonderfully creative plot.

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to and without are prepositions, so a, b, and d are prepositional phrases. the adverb phrase is c, about the surprise.

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