年5月14日 Two years before Beatrice Prior made her choice, the sixteen-year-old son of Abnegation's faction leader did the same. Tobias's transfer to. Veronica Roth is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Divergent, The Son. Divergent Trilogy (Series). Veronica Roth Author Aaron Stanford Narrator. 1 New York Times bestselling author Veronica Roth retells a pivotal Divergent past, his own initiation, and his thoughts about new Dauntless initiate Tris Prior.
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Bestsellers and latest May 14 Thu Here, he will not be called the name his parents gave him. Here, he will not let fear turn him into a cowering child. Initiation is only the beginning, though; Four must claim his place in the Dauntless hierarchy.
His decisions will affect future initiates as well as uncover secrets that could threaten his own future—and the future of the entire faction system. Two years later, Four is poised to take action, but the course is still unclear. He's lean as a rail, but he looks strong. Strong enough to hurt me, but I don't think he will.
He's missing one of his teeth. He moves closer to me and frowns. Then it occurs to me: hidden as my father tries to keep me, he's still the leader of the council, one of the most prominent people in our city, and I still resemble him.
It's been years since I heard it, because my father won't speak it, won't even acknowledge it if he hears it. To be connected to her again, even just in facial resemblance, feels strange, like putting on an old piece of clothing that doesn't quite fit anymore.
Most people didn't look closely enough to see all the things we had in common: our long fingers, our hooked noses, our straight, frowned eyebrows. He hesitates a little. Handing out food and blankets and clothes. Had a memorable face. Plus, she was married to a council leader. Didn't everyone know her?
However he knew my mother, it's not because she handed him a can of soup once. But I'm so thirsty to hear more about her that I don't press the issue. But there is something appealing about it here too, a freedom, a refusal to belong to these arbitrary categories we've made for ourselves.
That's what being factionless is. The prohibition against sharing my aptitude test result, or any of my other secrets, is set firmly in the mold that makes me and remakes me daily.
It's impossible to change now. It was the path of least resistance.
He shouldn't be telling me about my mother like she belongs to him and not to me, shouldn't be making me question everything I remember about her just because she may or may not have served him food once.
He shouldn't be telling me anything at all-he's nobody, factionless, separate, nothing. Living out of cans in broken-down buildings. Doesn't sound so great to me. I know I'll find an alley door somewhere back there; I don't care where as long as I can get out of here quickly.
I pick a path across the floor, careful not to step on any of the blankets. When I reach the hallway, the man says, "I'd rather eat out of a can than be strangled by a faction. When I get home, I sit on the front step and take deep breaths of the cool spring air for a few minutes.
My mother was the one who taught me to steal moments like these, moments of freedom, though she didn't know it. I watched her take them, slipping out the door after dark when my father was asleep, creeping back home when sunlight was just appearing behind the buildings.
She took them even when she was with us, standing over the sink with her eyes closed, so distant from the present that she didn't even hear me when I spoke to her. But I learned something else from watching her too, which is that the free moments always have to end.
I get up, brushing flecks of cement from my gray slacks, and push the door open. My father sits in the easy chair in the living room, surrounded by paperwork. I pull up straight, tall, so that he can't scold me for slouching. I move toward the stairs. Maybe he will let me go to my room unnoticed. I cross the room, stepping carefully over a stack of papers on the carpet, and sit where he points, right on the edge of the cushion so I can stand up quickly.
I hear tension in his voice, the kind that only develops after a difficult day at work. I should be careful.
That was strange. The pacing was perfect, and the transitions from each fear in the fear landscape was perfect. I cried about three times during the movie. I think you know which scenes those were Will, Tris' parents dying. When they were eating in the cafeteria for the first time, Tris asks Four if he's a transfer or not. Four says,"So you think you can just talk to me? Why do you think you can just talk to me?
Four says the first thing that you have to learn here is to keep your mouth shut. I just loved how Christina spoke her mind. Put it back on. The fighting scenes were actually really hard to watch, especially when Molly was fighting. Christina hanging off the chasm didn't really make me worry for her, because she just hung off the chasm for, like, ten seconds or so.
It didn't provoke much emotion.
Four's introduction was just perfect, and it wasn't as cheesy as it was in the trailer. The green screen and the technology was absolutely amazing. When they entered Four's fear landscape together, I felt that those scenes were really powerful. When Marcus was about to whip Four, it was just awesome how Four punched him.