I'm Kris. Tumblr is where I stick random thoughts/pictures about my family, my life, and other stuff I like. If it's nerdy, I probably like it. I'm pretty ordinary, but even ordinary people have a story to tell.
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I may have to do this with the Divergent movie. The cast is just killing me. Sob.
This was my face when I learned about the casting of Four. Theo James? Really? He’s so freaking old! He’s older than ME and I’m 26 so come ON. Also I always pictured Tobias with deep blue eyes. Not brown.
Sigh. Drew Roy will always be Four in my heart. Thus ends my fandom whining.
No sweetie. Eating Disorders are NOT Dauntless. Don’t play around with them. I have struggled with bulimia for 10 years because I thought “if I just throw up till I’m thin enough…” ”I’m not thin enough to be a Jedi/wizard/whatever I was into at the time.”
Guess what. I’m still not thin, and now my body is even more screwed up than normal. I’m not Dauntless. Neither are eating disorders. Don’t even start.
Besides, it’s way more Dauntless to lose weight the healthy way. No easy way out? Sounds like a Dauntless project to me.
Can he be Four?
I took my son Tobias to meet Veronica Roth at the Salt Lake City Library last night. It was pretty awesome. She’s even more beautiful in person, and it was really neat to meet her. I can’t wait till my Tobias is old enough to read Divergent - I had her sign my copies to him :-)
My review of Insurgent
I’m… shocked.
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.
When this kid grows up, he’s going to have one hell of a literary role model.
Well, actually, two role models. Tobias from Divergent and Tobias from Animorphs. Booyah.
(See, I’m old (25) and I can still get my fandom on!) (Don’t worry I’m not going to spam the Divergent tag with my kid any more. For a while.)
