Mini Review: We Can Be Mended by Veronica Roth aka Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Welcome to possibly my biggest rant since I read The Selection.

Did this really have to exist? Did my own eyes really have to see all of this? I feel betrayed.

Rating: 0 Stars (I’m sorry. Is that rude? As the self proclaimed biggest fan of Divergent that I am this was just offensive. I don’t like the rating, but it’s necessary.)

***PROCEED WITH CAUTION; MARKED SPOILERS LIE AHEAD***

I would like to raise a thousand middle fingers to this book. For trying to make me cry (and succeeding), for disrespecting my girl Tris, and for being unnecessary and leaving me so triggered I had to put this review down for a day because I was being too rude. I despise the fact that Roth *SPOILER* forced a relationship between Four and Christina. I also, still, hate that Roth’s message to end a whole series following the journey of an incredible character Tris is that we can be mended. I still feel cheated, and this book only exacerbated my anger. We can be mended, but I despise that what has to mend Four is *SPOILER* a romantic relationship. Mend yourself with friends, with LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE. Also, I need to call out Christina. Tris died to save your ungrateful selves?? And you say that wherever she is she doesn’t care about you?? Let me make it a thousand and one middle fingers, because Christina really got me mad. I think Shakespeare has some better insults for this than me. Oswald will be WCBM and I will be Kent:

OSWALD: What dost thou know me for?

KENT: A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a
base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I
will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest
the least syllable of thy addition.

 

Ah, I feel a bit better now. We can be mended, indeed.

Any other die hard Divergent fans feel betrayed by this ending? I could have done without. In fact, is there any way we can scrub this from my brain?