Do your read books multiple times? I do. Usually, I wait until the story settles in a bit. Sometimes it takes several months or even years. I finished reading Divergent, by Veronica Roth, Saturday afternoon and by Saturday evening I had picked it up and started reading it again. Only because I have yet to purchase Insurgent, the second book of the series.
In Beatrice Prior’s dystopian Chicago, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue—Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is—she can’t have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.
During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris and struggles to determine who her friends really are—and where, exactly, a romance with a sometimes fascinating, sometimes infuriating boy fits into the life she’s chosen. But Tris also has a secret, one she’s kept hidden from everyone because she’s been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers a growing conflict that threatens to unravel her seemingly perfect society, she also learns that her secret might help her save those she loves… or it might destroy her.
The world building is superb; I can envision each of the factions and they are believable. The character development is thorough, especially Beatrice “Tris”. Watching her change, release her inner power, through the course of the book is nothing short of spellbinding. She definitely sits near the top of my all-time favorite characters.
The story mesmerizes and the plot is so full of twists and turns it’s difficult to put the book down, even when reading it the second time around. Roth reveals tidbits along the way that lead to revelations, some are easily figured out, others smack you in the face. It’s perfectly balanced.
I refuse to read any other books in my to-be-read pile until I buy and read Insurgent. I don’t want the journey to end.