I was sitting in math class once again. We were learning about sequences and series and one of the key vocabulary is diverging. My class was told by our teacher to label the set of numbers as sequences/series, converging/diverging, and arithmetic/geometric/neither. Seeing the word “diverging” immediately made me connect the dots to Divergent, a trilogy written by Veronica Roth. Recently, a couple of my friends were urging me to read the book. They weren’t the first. After reading the Hunger Games trilogy last year, my older cousin had recommended the Divergent trilogy as well. Being a lover of books, I decided to read the first book, Divergent.
Flashback to Friday when I first borrowed the book from a friend. I came home, had a snack, and opened up to the first page. “There is one mirror in my house,” I read. It wasn’t a strong hooker, but it was strong enough for me to read on. I read about twenty or so pages before being told by my mom to do homework. Zoom forward to another flashback on Sunday when I came home from a long day. It was 3:00 PM and I was about to start my math homework. That’s when I spotted the book again. Then, three hours flew by. Yes, three. I spent three hours reading and finishing Divergent. I could have spent those three hours finishing my math homework and working on the dreadful bio objectives, but I spent them reading a book. Was it worth it? Heck yeah it was. After reading it, I immediately texted my friend to ask her if she had the second book. She told me that another friend had borrowed it and I would need to fight her for it. Hopefully she finishes soon because Divergent left me hanging on a cliff.