While reading the trilogy:
Have you ever ventured into self-doubt with a character, deeply entangling into the vines of the little hole they idly dug over time? Glancing hesitantly, with fear and eagerness, at the page numbers, hoping you'll make it out of this realistically crafted world alive? The world of words and conflict, more beautiful than your plain life? But then you contradict every thought like that by desperately attempting to savor every blotch of ink and every sensation of paper beneath your shivering fingers? That is if you understand this simple term: If you don't tear up at least 46 times in series, you are not human. If you don't wail like a baby at least 24 times in this series, you are not human. I guess that makes me far more than human.
I said redundantly that I will purchase the physical and most vividly designed hardcover versions of Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant. (I kept showering my Kindle in tears, but it still works, how weird and fortunate) I said that this would be the best gift I could give to my daughter some day, a better gift than the Chanel biographies and Cartier jewelry sets. I would throw them around at everyone during various Christmases and spread the jolly of owning such a thing. Such a book. Such a....Veronica Roth is to blame for my deficiency of wordsmithing here, I don't know what she could have gone through in life/seen to write like that. I will keep the books on a special shelf in my 90's, their reassuring presence that everything will be alright, their lessons, all that essence perched close to me. Even if you don’t repeat the content over an over, the events and struggles are still squirming magically between the bindings and on your shelves, standing for everything the books preach, something you can't be sure about with a mere electronic device.
But Roth also discouraged in me that I could ever write something marvelous and forever life-changing, even though I love her more than Theo James, who is just another obstacle of my existence/not being a supermodel or anything close.
Normal cuteness, as I was fine with possessing, will not cut it for Theo. Maybe Tobias loves it on Tris, but I am still not "brave" enough to continually exhibit instantaneous and unequivocal selflessness.
Anyway, I think my Divergence, or my so-called GP-ness (spoiler alert to those not caught up on Allegiant - the Unfortunate Ones, sorry) comes out while I'm around my family, not to be cliché. Like in school I am so much of an Erudite it's freaky, with my friends, we're all just pure Dauntless "adrenaline-junkies" as Tobias accused Tris of becoming - Unfortunates beware. LOL, I can't help what a "pansycake" I am. This series is not just life-altering but also really tends to coolify your basic vocab, as Harry Potter never failed to do. Furthermore, I can only sink to Amity passiveness and blind cheer while I'm near my grandma, who, as expected, encourages the peace and smiles but criticizes butts too often. Literally. (This review is becoming more and more like a Skype session with whoever of my people I'm giggling with and slowly creeping out at the time) Well, she says it's for the 'greater good'.
"Amy, d'you forget about squats or something? I could've sworn a month ago..." (I have spared you something valuable at discontinuing that statement)
"Damn Hana, your fiance must stay home a lot, would y'all look at this - "
That is enough, but just to show you guys how fun she is....
With my family, I can be Abnegation and feel so good about it, be Candor and cuss my brother out or yell at my dad, and together, when we feel like being Dauntless, it's way different form watching your peers do something risky. These are the people you see everyday (talking family here), you judge them, love them, jab their ribs because you haven't met such a strangely complied group of people who only share one thing in common: obnoxiousness. And since it's Christmas, we can all spend a fortune on each-other, displaying full Divergence. Smart about what to chose. Honest about your gratification to them, for once. Selfless for giving, and giving a lot. Kind for being too eager just to see their bright expression after they unceremoniously rip the metallic paper off the present box. Brave for doubting your Erudite qualities a bit about what exact shade of black he liked the shirt in but taking the risk anyway. (I really hope me studying every single magazine/store/company ever's holiday gift guide helped). All the same, I think living in the Chicago dystopia, in one dwelling among people who display a certain important quality will be a thrill of a challenge. Just not being so Stiff all you could wear is grey slacks. Maybe I would like Candor, or Dauntless best. Dauntless. If Beatrice Prior can do it, so can I. It's sort of complicated with such a dedicated Leo like me, since we August-born uniques love to give and at the same time show off the infinite generosity capacity in us, but hold honor in our talents and demand respect (or something more), also being downright unyielding with our thoughts, very artistic, creative, and expressing, scarily an Amity trait. Energetic and impatient, clever and quick-witted.....wow, I guess I'll eventually reach Tris's resistance to any sort of serum, all this complexity and just stubborn me. It IS weird I know as much about myself as a psychologist would but hey, when a clinically fashion-obsessed, all-natural-no-makeup/hair-straightening, loud and awkwardly small girl loves to read so much and emotionize over made-up characters more than she can sympathize with her own situation, you've got a serious problem to analyze. Figured I'd just get to it myself. God I am just incapable of muting all this blabber. Divergent trilogy, me, Divergent trilogy, me.....This is not so much a great impression for my first post so check out my other blogs. It was better further up, though, if you noticed. <3
xoxo Aristocat.
Have you ever ventured into self-doubt with a character, deeply entangling into the vines of the little hole they idly dug over time? Glancing hesitantly, with fear and eagerness, at the page numbers, hoping you'll make it out of this realistically crafted world alive? The world of words and conflict, more beautiful than your plain life? But then you contradict every thought like that by desperately attempting to savor every blotch of ink and every sensation of paper beneath your shivering fingers? That is if you understand this simple term: If you don't tear up at least 46 times in series, you are not human. If you don't wail like a baby at least 24 times in this series, you are not human. I guess that makes me far more than human.
I said redundantly that I will purchase the physical and most vividly designed hardcover versions of Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant. (I kept showering my Kindle in tears, but it still works, how weird and fortunate) I said that this would be the best gift I could give to my daughter some day, a better gift than the Chanel biographies and Cartier jewelry sets. I would throw them around at everyone during various Christmases and spread the jolly of owning such a thing. Such a book. Such a....Veronica Roth is to blame for my deficiency of wordsmithing here, I don't know what she could have gone through in life/seen to write like that. I will keep the books on a special shelf in my 90's, their reassuring presence that everything will be alright, their lessons, all that essence perched close to me. Even if you don’t repeat the content over an over, the events and struggles are still squirming magically between the bindings and on your shelves, standing for everything the books preach, something you can't be sure about with a mere electronic device.
But Roth also discouraged in me that I could ever write something marvelous and forever life-changing, even though I love her more than Theo James, who is just another obstacle of my existence/not being a supermodel or anything close.
Normal cuteness, as I was fine with possessing, will not cut it for Theo. Maybe Tobias loves it on Tris, but I am still not "brave" enough to continually exhibit instantaneous and unequivocal selflessness.
Anyway, I think my Divergence, or my so-called GP-ness (spoiler alert to those not caught up on Allegiant - the Unfortunate Ones, sorry) comes out while I'm around my family, not to be cliché. Like in school I am so much of an Erudite it's freaky, with my friends, we're all just pure Dauntless "adrenaline-junkies" as Tobias accused Tris of becoming - Unfortunates beware. LOL, I can't help what a "pansycake" I am. This series is not just life-altering but also really tends to coolify your basic vocab, as Harry Potter never failed to do. Furthermore, I can only sink to Amity passiveness and blind cheer while I'm near my grandma, who, as expected, encourages the peace and smiles but criticizes butts too often. Literally. (This review is becoming more and more like a Skype session with whoever of my people I'm giggling with and slowly creeping out at the time) Well, she says it's for the 'greater good'.
"Amy, d'you forget about squats or something? I could've sworn a month ago..." (I have spared you something valuable at discontinuing that statement)
"Damn Hana, your fiance must stay home a lot, would y'all look at this - "
That is enough, but just to show you guys how fun she is....
With my family, I can be Abnegation and feel so good about it, be Candor and cuss my brother out or yell at my dad, and together, when we feel like being Dauntless, it's way different form watching your peers do something risky. These are the people you see everyday (talking family here), you judge them, love them, jab their ribs because you haven't met such a strangely complied group of people who only share one thing in common: obnoxiousness. And since it's Christmas, we can all spend a fortune on each-other, displaying full Divergence. Smart about what to chose. Honest about your gratification to them, for once. Selfless for giving, and giving a lot. Kind for being too eager just to see their bright expression after they unceremoniously rip the metallic paper off the present box. Brave for doubting your Erudite qualities a bit about what exact shade of black he liked the shirt in but taking the risk anyway. (I really hope me studying every single magazine/store/company ever's holiday gift guide helped). All the same, I think living in the Chicago dystopia, in one dwelling among people who display a certain important quality will be a thrill of a challenge. Just not being so Stiff all you could wear is grey slacks. Maybe I would like Candor, or Dauntless best. Dauntless. If Beatrice Prior can do it, so can I. It's sort of complicated with such a dedicated Leo like me, since we August-born uniques love to give and at the same time show off the infinite generosity capacity in us, but hold honor in our talents and demand respect (or something more), also being downright unyielding with our thoughts, very artistic, creative, and expressing, scarily an Amity trait. Energetic and impatient, clever and quick-witted.....wow, I guess I'll eventually reach Tris's resistance to any sort of serum, all this complexity and just stubborn me. It IS weird I know as much about myself as a psychologist would but hey, when a clinically fashion-obsessed, all-natural-no-makeup/hair-straightening, loud and awkwardly small girl loves to read so much and emotionize over made-up characters more than she can sympathize with her own situation, you've got a serious problem to analyze. Figured I'd just get to it myself. God I am just incapable of muting all this blabber. Divergent trilogy, me, Divergent trilogy, me.....This is not so much a great impression for my first post so check out my other blogs. It was better further up, though, if you noticed. <3
xoxo Aristocat.