Okay, several things:
1) I finished reading Allegiant around 5:00 AM, and it was So. Good. SOOOO GOOOOD OHMYGOSH YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND. (Unless you’ve read it. Because then you probably do.) At the same time, though, I’m really pissed off about some parts. Because while as a reader, it was basically everything I wanted it to be, and super engrossing, and a fitting conclusion to the trilogy–as a writer, I felt like there was a lot of contrived crap going down, and some problems with characterization and through-arc, and just a general predictability throughout the whole thing. Allegiant didn’t have nearly as many plot twists as the first two, and not as obvious use of dramatic structure (rising action, climax, all that). So while it was un-put-down-able enough for me to stay up until five in the morning reading it the first time, it’s not as likely to keep me going like that on a reread.
While I honestly was not disappointed by the book, and I VERY MUCH enjoyed reading it, and I think it ultimately was a good ending to a good trilogy–I do have a lot of critique for it. And I’m kind of full-to-bursting wanting to share my opinions in more detail, but I also don’t want to give away anything for anyone who hasn’t read it yet in a Wordy Wednesday post. So look out for a book review soon, and just know not to read it unless you want spoilers, because it will be quite spoilerific.
2) I’m really tired right now. Because staying up until 5:00 AM and I don’t mix.
3) OHMYGOSH I’M MEETING VERONICA ROTH IN THREE DAYS I’M BASICALLY GOING TO BURST INTO TEARS THE MOMENT SHE WALKS INTO THE THEATER SHE’S MY HERO.
4) This week’s Wordy Wednesday is a poem I wrote a few weeks back for my hall’s Wednesday Write Night (a lot of people in my hall this year are English and/or creative writing majors, so we get together to geek out over nerdy writing things sometimes). The theme was “bad poetry,” and we had to write a poem involving both a braid (one of my I’m-too-lazy-to-actually-do-my-hair side braids, actually) and this dude named Dennis. We had about fifteen minutes to do it in, and the goal was to make it as obnoxiously bad as possible. Let me know how well I did. 😉
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I swear this is a poem, or at least I think it is
Oh, um stew—because stew rhymes with blue, and that is true,
and that’s something I knew, because I’m stewing on the word blue
and I need a rhyme too so stew, stew, stew, stew, stew, stew, stew
Now onto stanza 2.
You’re probably wondering who I am, because these are really interesting thoughts
And that is because I am a braid, approximately the same length as a tape measure would be
if held up to me,
and I have a pink hair tie, which is symbolic for innocence or Barbie or something
and it’s not blue, because blue is sad, and I don’t want to be sad so PINK,
Pink hair tie, beautiful hair tie, a rose is a rose is a rose and all that crap,
Who likes Shakespeare anyway, he’s not even real,
Don’t tell me what to feel
DON’T YOU DARE STEAL
THIS POEM, BECAUSE IT’S GREAT
Like a figure eight, a clean slate, first rate, bait, gait, something or other than ends in –ait
I am a braid and braids are like twisted bands of feelings,
All twisted up together into a knot just barely held together by a pink hair band,
And I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS, OKAY?
SHUT UP. I DO.
So there are these three feelings, and they are bitterness and anger and jealousy because those are all really unique and different and ohmygosh I give up on life.
Life as a braid sucks. You just hang out beside this random girl’s face all the time.
Oh, and something about Dennis. He has a hat.