The Catching Fire film opens to the sweeping shot of a hazy, grey forest. Perhaps is it winter, but the tell-tale signs are too vague to assume. A fade to black, and the back of a woman appears, silhouetted. Katniss Everdeen gazes outward, toward the expanse of the lake she once shared with her father. Crouched on the rocks as a bird, perched with clipped wings. Her bow is strung. At the ready.
A cut to her face, and those Seam eyes are too far gone. She is focused on something that she wishes to unsee, distant, and yet strangely haunting. An oily tear adds a gloss to her pale translucence against the frozen water. A wordless scene that seems to scream its meaning above all volumes.
And as this happens, on a flat screen a whole 50 feet …show more content…
It began with the audiobook, that grazed her ears too many times to articulate. She long since decided that the words of Suzanne Collins coupled with the voice of Carolyn Mccormick holds no equal.
While walking on the foggy days where she could not stand the taste of silence, Katniss Everdeen fights orange monkeys and a false pregnancy.
During a blackout, her telephone battery dwindled, and she was told not utilize cellular data so late. A Cornucopia spins, and Wiress's body is thrown into a constructed sea.
On a trip to the flaky, paper state of Texas. Jetlag seized her, pitifully awake in early hours, and she listened while the cousins fell unconscious in the same room. Prim became a human torch in her ears.
And alone, in a home where she could not tolerate the fear of an unknown sound from the kitchen, Peeta and Katniss grow back together on full volume.
Each moment was absorbed in the thoughts of fictional caricatures; men, women, and mutts alike filled her vision to its brim. To some, it would seem utterly …show more content…
And perhaps it is better, to obtain a high on the illegal substance of fiction, than to achieve it through smoke or toxic liquid.
Next, merchandise. A pin here, a poster there. A mug designed by a friend. A T-shirt she wears to bed each night. A Google Chrome wallpaper that took three hours to get absolutely perfect.
Last came analyzation. Essays she wrote on obscure websites, commented on by 33 year-old woman she’d never met. She depicted the novels in her Foster Logs, her Lit Terms, her vocab sentences, and every statement spoken in class. She can relate any situation, symbol, or statement. Any scene holds meaning in her arms. She obtained a certain skill for reciting dialogue, too, and an even sharper ability to make references on the head of a pin. It’s a casual cafeteria game she gained.
All her friends hate her for it. She couldn’t care less.
She had fathomed a cosmos of diversity in her own brain. Two worlds had converged, and she married them into one. She straddled the line between fictional and genuine, between the Queen of an unknown dynasty to a 13 year-old girl in Oregon. It provided a sense of overwhelming power to her, a single individual, too small, too silent to speak. Her reign in one place established her voice in
A cut to her face, and those Seam eyes are too far gone. She is focused on something that she wishes to unsee, distant, and yet strangely haunting. An oily tear adds a gloss to her pale translucence against the frozen water. A wordless scene that seems to scream its meaning above all volumes.
And as this happens, on a flat screen a whole 50 feet …show more content…
It began with the audiobook, that grazed her ears too many times to articulate. She long since decided that the words of Suzanne Collins coupled with the voice of Carolyn Mccormick holds no equal.
While walking on the foggy days where she could not stand the taste of silence, Katniss Everdeen fights orange monkeys and a false pregnancy.
During a blackout, her telephone battery dwindled, and she was told not utilize cellular data so late. A Cornucopia spins, and Wiress's body is thrown into a constructed sea.
On a trip to the flaky, paper state of Texas. Jetlag seized her, pitifully awake in early hours, and she listened while the cousins fell unconscious in the same room. Prim became a human torch in her ears.
And alone, in a home where she could not tolerate the fear of an unknown sound from the kitchen, Peeta and Katniss grow back together on full volume.
Each moment was absorbed in the thoughts of fictional caricatures; men, women, and mutts alike filled her vision to its brim. To some, it would seem utterly …show more content…
And perhaps it is better, to obtain a high on the illegal substance of fiction, than to achieve it through smoke or toxic liquid.
Next, merchandise. A pin here, a poster there. A mug designed by a friend. A T-shirt she wears to bed each night. A Google Chrome wallpaper that took three hours to get absolutely perfect.
Last came analyzation. Essays she wrote on obscure websites, commented on by 33 year-old woman she’d never met. She depicted the novels in her Foster Logs, her Lit Terms, her vocab sentences, and every statement spoken in class. She can relate any situation, symbol, or statement. Any scene holds meaning in her arms. She obtained a certain skill for reciting dialogue, too, and an even sharper ability to make references on the head of a pin. It’s a casual cafeteria game she gained.
All her friends hate her for it. She couldn’t care less.
She had fathomed a cosmos of diversity in her own brain. Two worlds had converged, and she married them into one. She straddled the line between fictional and genuine, between the Queen of an unknown dynasty to a 13 year-old girl in Oregon. It provided a sense of overwhelming power to her, a single individual, too small, too silent to speak. Her reign in one place established her voice in