Reading a book like “Divergent” reminds me what I missed out on during my teen years.
I don’t mean wishing to live in Roth’s faction society. The majority of my reading as a younger person was garbage. I should give myself more credit, but it is hard not to laugh when I remember all the junk I devoured.
I wonder what group I would have fallen into it if I lived in Beatrice’s world. As a teenager I think I would have chosen Amity (with a shade of Erudite). Dauntless would have no appeal to me. I also would not have made it past their first day of initiation.
On to the book.
I love how Beatrice's personality is ambiguous. We don’t know it, nor does she. (yet).
I love how Roth praises and criticizes each individual faction.
I love how Four isn't always likable.
I love the fear simulations.
I love that Beatrice's biggest conflict is with herself.
I love how Roth shows us that conflicts with authority, insecurity, and isolation will emerge anywhere; even if you live in a weird, dystopian faction-led society.
I love what Roth tells us about Divergents.
Everyone is a Divergent, because no one can fit purely into one category. Four aesthetically depicts this when he shows Beatrice all the faction tattoos on his back. “I’d like to think I am one of each ,” he tells her.
These thoughts had been culminating in my head for this character as I turned the last pages. Four's background. Four's personality. Four's relationship with Beatrice. Four's relationship with Dauntless.
"Divergent" is Four’s story as much as Beatrice’s.