I found this book by accident. I was walking around downtown yesterday, trying to find the new library when I came across it and went in. Divergent was on the first shelf my eyes saw and I thought that though I had already read two books to blog about for this week that I might as well read it anyway. I read it in the period of six hours. From beginning to end, I have two words and only two words to describe this book: Train Wreck. I haven’t read something so intriguing and stupid at the same time since The Lovely Bones. Yes, I am a science major, but I used to be an English major before my last college changed my mind. In my advanced fiction writing class we spent one class session discussing crappy pieces of writing that were somehow popular. This was in the days before Twilight, but I bet that series would have made the list. So would Divergent. I couldn’t put it down, yes, but not because I enjoyed it, but because I was holding out that the scene would change, that something different would pop up and I could actually start enjoying the book. There was only one part that I liked and it was because I could not just see the book in my mind as I read it, I could actually see myself there. As a Chicago native, I have ridden the L, I have driven Lake Shore Drive, I have walked through Millennium Park, and I have observed the interactions of Navy Pier. There is a quick section towards the end of the book that I could relate to. The kiss on the L. I saw it perfectly in my mind and it touched me. Not enough to make me want to read the next book, but enough for me to not diss the book in front of my students.
Ain't that cute?
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