One choice can transform you - or it can destroy you.Tris's initiation day should have been marked by celebration and victory with her chosen faction; instead, the day ended with unspeakable horrors. War now looms as conflict between the factions and their ideologies grows. And in times of war, sides must be chosen, secrets will emerge, and choices will become even more irrevocable--and even more powerful. Transformed by her own decisions but also by haunting grief and guilt, radical new discoveries, and shifting relationships, Tris must fully embrace her Divergence, even if she does not know what she may lose by doing so.
People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.
I absolutely adored Divergent – flaws and all – so I suppose it was reasonable of me to be giddy in anticipation over the sequel. Unfortunately, however, I can’t say I enjoyed Insurgent as much as I did its predecessor. Rather, I was massively disappointed in this installment’s role in the series, and am now struggling, more than ever, to understand the role it plays.
Our protagonist was probably my biggest disappointment, and my biggest problem, with Insurgent. I loved her in Divergent for her bravery and her selflessness
(go figure…), but here…not so much. She is not nearly the same kickass protagonist she was in the first book, and somehow has magically transformed into a character that is whiny and senseless, making stupid decision after stupid decision, and there were a frequent amount of times when I just wanted to smack her into common sense.
Her relationship between Tobias is also respectively rocky. There was quite a bit of angst between the two, and this took away from the story significantly. They constantly lied to each other and fought, making it hard to care about their relationship in the first place.
It’s really saying something if after the second book in a trilogy you still don’t know how the world you’re reading about was formed. While the lack of world-building in Divergent definitely bothered me, I was able to overlook it for the fact that I presumed the world-building would become present in the next book. Unfortunately, it didn’t. The faction system is still as senseless and as confusing as it was in Divergent, with the same lack of plausibility and the same old question: how did these people get there in the first place?
With the intense and gripping cliffhanger Roth leaves us on, I am still looking forward to Allegiant, the final book in the series, provided that Roth fixes the characterization of Tris, does some explanation on the world-building and diminishes the anguish between Tris and Four’s relationship.
“My name will be Edith Proir,” she says. “And there is much I am happy to forget.”