Death is a hole. Either you can dig yourself out and live again or you can bury yourself in the grief of those who are gone.
I feel like I am devouring these books a lot faster then I normally do with any other series. I have a need to always know how things will end and this coupled with the fact that I am enjoying the fast pace of the novels is the reason why I am using any and all spare time I have to read. (WARNING: SPOILERS)
Death leaves a gaping hole that can’t be filled. This is the theme of Insurgent, how we rise from death and how we learn from it. In the second book of the series we find Tris displaced from both her old faction and her new one. Her parents are dead and so are a majority of the Abnegation. The Dauntless are either aligned with the Erudite or forming a resistance with the Factionless. War is approaching and Tris has no desire to partake, how can she when her parents are gone? She is falling apart and not even Tobias can quench her thirst to die. But there is something else that can. Her parents sacrificed themselves to unleash a secret that Jeanine is killing to protect. Tris finds herself allying with an unlikely individual in her quest to make public the secret that Jeanine, the Dauntless and even Tobias would like to destroy. What were her parents trying to protect? What is beyond the fence? Are they locked in or are they keeping something out?
It’s the end of this book that gets to me the most, when we learn that the reason for a faction divided society is because mankind has lost its way. Civilization has become power hungry, cruel and greedy. As a result the factions were created to embody the values that had become lost. I find this thought to be both beautiful and frightening. It isn’t hard to imagine a world like Divergent, all we need to do is open the newspaper and read the story of the day. Death and destruction are the norm and Roth understands this morbid fact of life.
My big issue with this series is the character of Tris. In Divergent Tris felt more relatable and more importantly she was a lot more likable. Her actions in both books are selfless and commendable but in this novel they felt too big for me. Is anyone really that sefless? Is it even possible for a human being to be so caring and to think of others to such a large extent?
There is a frail truth to Roth’s series. It is frail because we will never truly acknowledge how lost we have become as human beings and how far we need to go to remedy this. Whereas Divergent is more about self-discovery, Insurgent explores the little pieces of humanity that define us and how we can so easily lose our way.