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“At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old an rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love.”

Quote by Suzanne Collins

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The Hunger Games

In a world divided into twelve districts and a powerful Capitol, young Katniss Everdeen volunteers to take her younger sister's place in the annual Hunger Games. The games are a brutal competition where the last contestant standing wins, but survival is not guaranteed. As Katniss navigates the treacherous world of the Capitol and the harsh realities of the districts, she discovers the true nature of power and the courage it takes to fight for what is right. more

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Suzanne Collins
Suzanne Collins

Suzanne Collins is an acclaimed American author, born on August 10, 1962. She is known for her unique literary style and profound thematic explorations, with her most famous work being the 'Hunger Games' series. more

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