Synopsis

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.

Review

I really enjoyed Divergent so I was really looking forward to reading Insurgent and I wasn’t disappointed. I have written this view on the assumption that you have read Divergent. So in saying that, this review contains spoilers from Divergent.
If you have read my review of Divergent you might recall that I mentioned that I couldn’t connect with the characters, but something changed in Insurgent.

I connected with Tris and Four. I felt their emotions. I liked that Tris becomes a lot stronger in this book. She stands up for herself and for Four, especially to Marcus, but we also get to see her grief and I was surprised that I felt everything she was feeling. Especially her guilt. I really enjoyed that we started pretty much where we left off in Divergent. You don’t see many YA series, actually many books at all, start off the next installment I where the last left off. It was a change but it was also interesting. Everything just flowed.

Four, I really do love him. I don’t know if it’s just me or not, but I find him very genuine. His relationship with Tris, on the other hand…I love it to death, but there is just so much friction in this book. I dislike how Tris doesn’t tell Four stuff. However there are some of those cute and also steamy scenes, which does make me extra happy. The way that Tris talks about Four is simply amazing. She believes in and loves him so much. I just really enjoyed this.

I love that we get to know more about the different factions in Insurgent, especially Amity, where they refuge after the events of Divergent. Tris is absolutely hilarious under the serum, but also a little concerning. We see how much Four cares for her. The world building in Insurgent is so much better than in Divergent. We learn more about this dystopian world.

Veronica Roth takes on a whole new form in the world building. There are so many twists and turns, as well as many shocks. Including (hope I am not spoiling anything here) the rebellious factionles. It’s pretty awesome. I wanted to rip my heart out when Christian and Four find out how Will dies in Divergent. It’s pretty horrible with both sides.

I love Tris, I really do, but there were so many things that she did that really got onto my nerves and I wanted her to stop her from being the hero all the time. Sometimes, like with that I am learning in Classical Studies, she is full of Furor, of fury and passion, which isn’t a good thing at all. The ending, hmm, I am not sure if I like it or not.

What happens in the last chapters, I was here and there.  I liked them to a point. I also found that the middle was very slow in pace and kind of dragged on way too much.

Overall I really did enjoy Insurgent and Veronica Roth wrote some amazing scenes that tore me apart with emotions.

Quotes that I liked:

“Tobias is right about you” I say “you’re nothing but an arrogant, lying piece of garbage” “He said that, did he?” Marcus raised his eyebrows. “No” I say “He doesn’t mention you enough to say anything like that. i figured it out all on my own” I clench my teeth “you’re almost nothing to him, you know. And as time goes on, you become less and less”

…and i press my mouth to his because I know that’s kissing him will distract me from anything…

I know that I am birdlike, made narrow and small as if for taking flight, built straight-waisted and fragile. But when he touches me like he can’t bear to take his hand away, I don’t wish I was any different.

“Sleep” he says “I’ll fight the bad dreams off it they come to get you” “With What?” “My bare hands, obliviously”

“Sometimes … people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real”