Divergent (Veronica Roth)
Ok, ok ok. I mentioned reading the Maze Runner and a friend asked if I’d read this, and I was like “hm. No.” and then I read this.
That’s how it happens. Sometimes you read big, important, books that have survived the years and sometimes you read two different YA dystopian future novels back to back. and you feel no shame.
Divergent is definitely better written than the Maze Runner. I know people have compared it to the Hunger Games, and really there’s very little similarity at all.
I read this one last night. I read this one in my morning break at work, I read this one during lunch, I read this in my afternoon break for so long that I was nearly late back to my shift, I cast sideways glances at this while I ate dinner and then immediately finished it in the couch whilst ignoring The Voice playing off the TiVo. The book wasn’t ground breaking; it was derivative and a little cheesy and very predictable, but you know what? When you allow yourself to read a book like that; in a rush, as close to all at once as you can manage, you end up so immersed it doesn’t matter. It was enjoyable, it was fun to read, I think I will almost definitely get at least the second book in the series (I have no idea how many there actually ARE) if not this week then maybe next month (I’ve bought too many books this month already…)
Like Dystopian futures? Like female characters who aren’t afraid to fight and hurt people? Like reading Young Adult fiction even though you’re a grown ass adult with an English Literature degree? Read Divergent. Eat some chocolate. Have a sit down. You deserve it; it’s the weekend. No one needs to know.