Unlike the majority of readers who have read the Divergent trilogy by Veronica Roth, I was never in love with Four. Tris is, was and always will be my favorite character from the Divergent universe.
I eagerly awaited Allegiant, the third and final installment of the series. I had hopes that Tris would have an ending that she could live with. Maybe not a Disney princess happily ever after but something along the lines of a happily for now. Instead, we get to the final chapters of Allegiant and she just dies.
I was devastated.
Several months later and I am still devastated.
I kept reading hoping that it was all a mistake. I wished for a miraculous event that would allow her to breathe again. Even if I had to bend the laws of reality and suspend belief in order to accept it. In fact, I demanded it. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be.
I understand that in real life people die. Not every hero or heroine is alive to see the fruits of their labors, to enjoy their hard-won victories. I even get why Ms. Roth killed off such a popular main character. In my less emotional state I even agree with her. Tris’ story is intense. She did a lot of growing up in those 3 novels, living constantly on the brink of death. Her story deserved an ending as rich and powerful as her life. But even though I understand all of that it still breaks my heart just a little bit.
Now the Divergent trilogy is being made into a series of movies and I am having trouble working up the enthusiasm to go see them. I don’t know if I can let myself fall in love with Tris again only to watch her die on the big screen.
But I guess that’s the sign of a great novel and a truly well-developed character. They stay in your hearts and minds long after you put the book down or in my case turn off the Kindle.