I can’t tell the difference between what’s real and not real anymore. Everything feels like a dream. A sick, psychopathic dream. I need to keep reminding myself of the facts. It’s like playing a game of real and not real with Peeta after his time at the Capitol.
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am Seventeen years old. My home is district twelve. There is no district twelve. I am the Mockingjay. Peeta is dead. We destroyed the Capitol. The war is over.
The voice in this introduction fits the novel perfectly. I especially like the repetition of "real and not real" in the first paragraph. As one who's always for the killing of characters, I love how you just dropped the ball of Peeta's death so casually in the middle of the second paragraph. It adds a whole new mood to the second paragraph by straying from the regular pattern of adding huge details at the end of a paragraph or as the last sentence.
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