Hey guys! It’s been a while. School has been crazy, and so has my writing! I’m a bit behind on my million word challenge right now due to, well, finals, and projects, and a depressing thanksgiving break, but thankfully I have a lot of time right now.
My new years resolution is to post more and get back into this. Since right now I’m stuck on a couch with ice packs (had an emergency appendectomy on Saturday), that should be much easier. Though we’ll see. I’ve also been editing a lot and I’m 7/22 chapters in to the second to last draft of The First Nine. I say second to last because I refuse to edit any more after this. No more big changes or anything. Just small things. Cutting, small rewordings, and so on. I’m going to publish this year. I can feel it.
Anyway! While I was in the ER waiting for them to tell me why I was in pain, the only thing I had with me was my kindle, and the only book on there I hadn’t read was Veronica Roth’s, Divergent. Now, I’d heard good things about this book, so I was kind of excited to read it, but then I became confused instead. I’m wondering what happened to people and modern readers that they are so okay with the disjointed mess that was this book. It was popular enough to get a movie, and yet I couldn’t figure out why.
Let me explain. So I started out reading it and I was thrown into a world with an interesting concept, which I was okay with, but it moved so slowly I was bored. The only reason I continued passed the first chapter was because I was sitting in an ER with an IV in my arm and nothing else to do. So I figured I’d go on, and as the pages went by, I realized something; the book didn’t know what it wanted to be about.
Now, I don’t like the Hunger Games, but I have to give Collins credit. Her story knew what it wanted to be from page one and it stuck to it. It was about a dystopian world, and the story is about the girl who broke it down. Divergent tried to be that, but it also kept going on about a love story, and all these secrets and corruption and trying to find oneself. It’s about the nature of humans, while focusing almost entirely on a part of the story that was passed over so quickly. When reading about Tris’ training, I thought it was going to lead to something in the same way The Game lead to something in The Hunger Games. But instead, the training happened, was passed over, and then the climax happened during an different time.
I felt like this book lacked focus. I wasn’t a big fan of the writing either, and the narrator bored me to death, but my biggest thing was the lacking in what the book wanted to be. I’m afraid to read any more of the books in the series and I wouldn’t recommend it.
Anyone disagree with me? Feel free to comment! I’d talk about more, but my meds are kicking in. Hopefully I’ll post something else tomorrow too!