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Shocked that I didn’t fully love this book. Maybe the excitement and waiting for a year with bated breath ruined me, overhyped it all for me somehow. Because with Divergent I literally could not put the book down. I walked around the house while reading. I was up till 4 a.m. reading and then started over again. And when I re-read it, it’s the same breathless anticipation for the story all over again.
Insurgent was just… meh.
There were several twists the story took that were fantastically done, including 2 I had not come close to figuring out beforehand (which never happens) so that was great. Yay!
I get that it’s the middle of a trilogy and thus not a lot can happen because everything will need to resolved later. But I feel like 400 pages were Tris moping, storm this castle, get nothing done, mope more, more misunderstandings between Tris and Tobias, and then at the end BAM GOOD INFORMATION SLAM YOU IN THE HEAD goodbye see you in a year.
It just wasn’t … as good. And I can’t believe I am saying that. I’m still excited for it, still excited for #3, still love the series, but I expected more. I’m trying not to feel that Tris and Tobias morphed into the romantical cliches so rampant in YA fiction but… yikes.
After mulling it over for a few hours, I want to add that reading Insurgent was kind of like reading about someone with PTSD. Which in Tris’ case is totally and completely accurate and normal. I just don’t necessarily want to read books like that, which is one reason I didn’t like Mockingjay from The Hunger Games much. I don’t like reading about depression/depressed people because I struggled with it for so long and it really is hell and I don’t need to go back to that place in my life. Reading Divergent made me feel like a Dauntless badass. Reading Insurgent reminded me of how miserable my life was and how things are spiraling out of control for me too (though not as bad as Tris has it, ha-ha.)
Also, I felt like several words were overused in the book. “So, then I did this.” “So, I picked it up.” “So that’s that.” Too many so. The other word that was used excessively was “obviously.” It was very obvious to me that it was overused after the fourth “obviously we can’t have that happen.”
So. Obviously. There you go.