I finished this book some time ago, but I was so tired of being mad about it that I have put off this review. This a garbage book, ending the series on a low note.
Throughout the previous two books, the story was told through the perspective of Tris, the most special snowflake that ever snowflaked in a snowstorm. In this novel, having run the well dry of shallow drama, Roth alternates between Tris’s viewpoint and that of her boyfriend, Four. His personality is not really distinct from hers, so the only advantage here is to be able to place them in different places and times, thereby increasing the world building possibilities. As with the previous novel, it is difficult to get a good grasp of time passing, and a lot of political machinations and disasters occur without anything being even remotely interesting.
The characters remain shallow, with no evident growth, still mired in guilt and demands about trust and loyalty. There is a lot of nonsense about genetics and conspiracies and it is all just such a sterile mess. I am so disappointed. I really liked Tris in the first book, and thought she had a lot of potential as a character, but the characters remained so shallow and boring. I don’t know what else to say, but blergh.
