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Hawethorne Heights
Eliot's Puplit...
"His [the author's] present concern...is merely to establish a theater, a little removed from the highway of ordinary travel, where the creatures of his brain may play their phantasmagorical antics, without exposing them to too close a comparison with the actual events of real lives." -Miles Coverdale
Nevertheless, I had the troubling realization that I am exactly like Zenobia from The Blithedale Romance.
These guys basically invented Emo
039: On Rory’s eighteenth birthday, he moved back to 12. On the insistence of his older brother, he stayed with his family in 2. But he loathed it there. After the Revolution, it had become the hub of the new government’s military, only admin remained in 13. It was a mining district no longer. It had the same warmth that 13 had back when he lived underground. Meaning none at all. He missed 12 desperately. He hated that no one talked even about 12, he free there, more so than after the Revolution. Being the little brother of the ever rising Gale Hawthorne, who had received an officer ship shortly at the end of the war, he always had someone to keep an eye on him. But no one bothered to talk about home. His mother was never around, she had become a secretary for some commander, Vick had pushed it back in his mind, being in the center of everything of the new country surpassed anything 12 had been, Posy seemed to all but completely forgotten that they had lived somewhere else, and Gale? He’d been a stone on that subject since he read a report that command had sent Katniss to retire in 12 along with Peeta Mellark. Rory seemed to be the only one to miss it. When he returned, he became a builder; he had a knack for shaping things into something useful. Katniss Everdeen never seemed to recognize him with his newly bearded face and lighter complexion. He kept it that way; he didn’t want to bring up old scars. When the Mellark children were born, he fastened small bows that were easier for children to use and left them on their porch with only a note: “So that your children may always eat as well as I had.” Rory had the pleasure of eating the daughter’s first squirrel.
029: The girl once picked up the phone on a stormy day in fall. The house was empty, her father at the bakery, her mother was off teaching her brother to set snares in the woods, and her Uncle Haymitch was in the ditch behind the train station, a resupply shipment had arrived the night before. So in short, she was alone. And when the phone rang, she was hesitant to pick it up. She had seen her parents do it on occasion but they rarely smiled when they did so. The girl brought the receiver to her ear and she heard...
The vocie: “Hello?”
The girl: “Yes?”
The voice: “Who is this?”
The girl: “Who is this?”
The voice: "Who is this?”
The girl: “I’m Bo. Who are you?”
The voice: “Oh, I must have the wrong numb-”
Bo: “Are you that doctor, mommy talks to? She doesn’t like to talk to you.”
The voice (stuttering): “No, I’m not a doctor.”
Bo: “Then who are you?”
The voice: “What is your mommy like?”
Bo: “Well-she’s tall and has dark hair like Egan, she hunts all the time, she hates my Uncle Haymitch, she bothers Daddy for cheese buns all the time, and she can never get a snare right the first time around.”
The voice: “Egan?”
Bo: "My baby brother."
The voice: “Is your mother around?"
Bo: “No, she’s trying to teach Egan snares even though she is bad at it.”
The voice: "I always was better than her at it- your father?"
Bo: “He’s at the bakery, I’m supposed to be helping him but I told him that I felt sick. He isn’t making any treats today so it would’ve been no fun.”
The voice: “How old are you?”
Bo: "Nine. You?"
The voice: "Too old."
Bo: "Why did you call?"
The voice: “Do you know what today is?”
Bo: “No.”
The voice: “Do you know what the Hunger Games were?”
Bo: “Sure, they were the Old Capitol’s thing-”
The voice: “Well today is the anniversary of the old Reaping. Do you know what that was?”
Bo:"No."
The voice: “It was when they took away the Tributes from the Districts to go prepare for the Games.”
Bo: "And?"
The voice: “I just wanted to tell your mother, may the odds be ever in your favor. Even after all these years.”
Bo:“Who should I tell her called?”
The voice: “The boy with the snares.”
The line cut and Bo put down the receiver. When her Uncle Haymitch came by later to check in on her, she told him on his way out, “May the odds be ever in your favor.” The old man nearly had a stroke and demanded to know where she got that phrase. She played dumb and merely shrugged. Bo never did tell her mother that the boy with the snares called.