Last month, I forced myself to listen to (why does it make me feel guilty that I have to use the word "listen" instead of "read"?) "Divergent" by Veronica Roth, at the request of my book club. I would say that it was a waste of time, but I was mostly in my car traveling back and forth to work. And, maybe it was better for me (and the baby) than the rap songs I usually blare from my iPod...I know, I'm so gangsta. So I will say that I just didn't enjoy it. Why?
Well, let me back-up a little. I really enjoyed the "Hunger Games" books and was told this was similar. Was it? Yes...too similar. But in a lackluster kind of way. Similar female character, but I couldn't identify with her. Attractive love interest, but he didn't ignite the same kind of feelings as Peeta (or even Gale). It just...wasn't quite...there.
In fairness, I was one of the few people who felt this way. Maybe my expectations were too high. If I've lowered yours enough, feel free to give it a try.
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