"Just tell me the order, Mari," Clara begged, rubbing her eyes. "The internet's down again. Which one comes first?"
Mariana had never read for pleasure. Between night shifts at the packing plant and caring for her younger sister, Clara, the idea of opening a book felt like a luxury from a dead world. But Clara, now twelve, had been assigned Los juegos del hambre as part of a school project on "Dystopian Archetypes."
Clara stacked it on top of the first. "What about the third? Is that the end?"
