One choice can transform you—or it can destroy you. But every choice has consequences, and as unrest surges in the factions all around her, Tris Prior must continue trying to save those she loves—and herself—while grappling with
haunting questions of grief and forgiveness, identity and loyalty, politics and love.
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.
***Contains a spoiler to the end of Divergent, Roth’s first novel*** I find it odd that I’m deciding to do this sequel because the first book in the series, Divergent, was the first article I ever did. Okay, so maybe it isn’t strange at all but I felt the need to acknowledge it. This is one of those sequels that I immediately went out and bought as soon as I had finished the first book. Unlike the first book, this book is on a constant move, from place to place to place, as a group of refugees from the broken Dauntless faction seeks a safe place as the other factions begin warring against each other. As Chicago’s seemingly utopian society implodes, Tris faces a lot of challenges herself. After losing her parents in the previous book, Tris fears she’ll lose Caleb, Tobias, and all of the others she relies on. She has to accept her Divergence and risk everything she has left in order to save everyone she loves. Along the way, you realize that only once you become your very bravest, are you unintentionally selfless. It really makes you think about how far you’d actually go if what you loved was on the line. And as always, Veronica leaves us with on a cliff that you can’t help but want to fling yourself off.