Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
Your dystopian premise is more than stupid
Internal logic is poorly executed
Ought to be a capital offense
You’ve forever ruined YA
Your plot’s full of holes like a sieve
Both heroes TSTL
But when the final romantic bliss
They sealed with a vomity kiss
Alas, it made my own bile resurgent
Misery, thy name is Divergent
I wrote this for The 16 Tasks of the Festive Season, Square 1 - for Día de los Muertos and All Saint’s Day: create a short poem, or an epitaph for your most hated book ever.