I really thought that I was going to hate this book, but I rarely put it down over the two days in which I read it. It is also so fast paced, it is very difficult to lose interest in the story.
Some of the foreshadowing borders on patronizing. Even though I assumed from the beginning that there would be a cliche romantic subplot, it was still hard not to cringe through every awkward intimate moment. I'm sure a lot of other people enjoyed these aspects though.
With Divergent, Veronica Roth has managed to corral some of the memories and feelings that Arthur C. Clarke and Ray Bradbury previously gifted me. This reading session has even inspired me to brush the dust off of my copy of 1984, finally. I can't wait to acquire the sequels.