Book Review: Divergent by Veronica Roth

Divergent by Veronica Roth
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Divergent. Divergent, Divergent, Divergent....this book made me have some feels in the end, and this is the first time I ever picked this book up...and I loved it. A lot. Even though there's some characters I wanna smack upside their heads (Eric & Jeanine), I still enjoyed it. A lot. I loved Tris Prior and her strength, her bad-assery and how she went through the Dauntless initiation, though she had to deal with some haters during it.

But the ending....the ending just....made me mad. Made me mad to the point that I pushed the book away because it just wasn't okay the way her parent's died. But I was hella mad at Jeanine and what she did to Four (oh, I'm sorry, TOBIAS, but to me you're FOUR) and I prayed that Tobias didn't kill Tris (and my prayer came true).

But at the end they escaped from Erudite (after Tobias snapped out of it and took the program away) and now...now they're on a train. Where are they going? I'll have to find out in the next book (which I checked out today).

I honestly wouldn't have made it in Dauntless-THEY'RE CRAZY. But I did do a little quiz they had in the back of this book, and I'll be in Amity, because I'm honest, it's very easy to make me laugh, and I do appreciate the arts and I love to write a lot.

So I do recommend this book a whole lot.

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Book Preview: Divergent by Veronica Roth

I scream again and shove the wall with my palm. I hear something. A cracking sound. When I pull my hand away, there is a line in the glass. I slam my other hand next to the first one and drive another crack though the glass, this one spreading outward from my palm in long, crooked fingers. My chest burns like I just swallowed fire. I kick the wall. My toes ache from the impact, and I hear a long, low groan.

The pane shatters, and the force of the water against my back throws me forward. There is air again.

I gasp and sit up. I'm in the chair. I gulp and shake out my hands. Four stands to my right, but instead of helping me up, he just looks at me.

"What?" I ask. 

"How did you do that?'

"Do what?"

"Crack the glass."

"I don't know." Four finally offers me his hand. I swing my legs over the side of the chair, and when I stand, I feel steady. Calm. 

He sighs and grabs me by the elbow, half leading and half dragging me out of the room. We walk quickly down the hallway, and then I stop, pulling my arm back. He stares at me in silence. He won't give me information without prompting.

"What?" I demand. 

"You're Divergent," he replies.

Divergent, Chapter Twenty, pgs. 254-255.