One choice can transform you—or it can destroy you. But every choice has consequences, and as unrest surges in the factions all around her, Tris Prior must continue trying to save those she loves—and herself—while grappling with haunting questions of grief and forgiveness, identity and loyalty, politics and love.
Tris's initiation day should have been marked by celebration and victory with her chosen faction; instead, the day ended with unspeakable horrors. War now looms as conflict between the factions and their ideologies grows. And in times of war, sides must be chosen, secrets will emerge, and choices will become even more irrevocable—and even more powerful. Transformed by her own decisions but also by haunting grief and guilt, radical new discoveries, and shifting relationships, Tris must fully embrace her Divergence, even if she does not know what she may lose by doing so.
I was a huge fan of Divergent. I got everyone I knew to read it, including my students, who actually had a little Divergent book club going on for a bit, and I was bouncing off the walls waiting for Insurgent, the second book in the series.
The thing is, though...when Insurgent finally came out it took me for-ev-er to get through it. For. Ev. Er.
There are various reasons it took me so long to get through it, but, really there is only one big reason.
Not enough Four.
Because...you guys? I'm in love with Four. I don't give a flying fig about any of the other characters. Not even Tris. She can die in a fire for all I care...I just want MOAR FOUR.
Every scene in this book that didn't have Four in it...I didn't care. It was torture to get through. Okay, not torture...but it was slow. Too slow. I just wanted to rush through it and get to the parts with Four again. Four angsting. Four brooding over something. Four making a plan.
And let's not even talk about how many times I read and re-read chapter five. Man, I'm such a perv.
So, yeah, I'm That Girl. I'm the girl who wants more kissing...always. Even at the end of the world as we know it, I want more kissing. Even in a book about...well, anything but romance. I want more kissing. Some people complain that certain books put too much emphasis on romance, I always say there isn't enough. There is never enough angst, never enough touching, and never enough making out to keep me happy, Insurgent included. The more Tris did something dumb, the more annoyed I got because I knew it would be taking her away from Four and there would be less making out than I wanted.
Do I have any other hardcore romance lovers out there...even in dystopian books? Even in books that aren't even supposed to be romance books at all? Anyone else constantly disappointed that there isn't awesome kissing on every page?
Anyone else go back and read chapter five more than once?
No? Just me?
Who else read Insurgent? What did you think about it?