So, now you've (hopefully) gone through and read this little blog I've written about the book "Divergent" by Veronica Roth. But what do I really think about it? Well, it was a pretty good book, all things considered. Yeah, it played into the awkward-turned-action girl dystopian-future trope that's oh-so popular right now, but it gave it its own unique spin, had a particular charm to it. As for the plot...it was awkwardly paced at times, but it was quite good overall. It had great cynical comedy, particularly toward the end when Tris becomes Little Miss Snarky in the face of death. But it knew when to be serious, it knew when tears were appropriate. Oh my, did it ever. I think Tris learns, we all learn, how strong her family is. We learn the hard way. We learn that blood should come before faction, not the other way around as Eric is so fond of preaching. And throughout the whole thing, as Tris learns, we also learn that shoving yourself into a neat little box is never the thing to do. It strips you of yourself. And none of the virtues can exist without the others, they intertwine, connect, and interact.
So what do I think of this book on a scale of five? Well, considering the emotional response it elicited from me, I'd give it a four out of five. Almost perfect, not quite, but very near.
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