I’m terrible at remembering details. Especially when it comes to movies and books. And TV shows. And other forms or entertainment that involve characters and story lines.
The one thing that sticks with me is how a piece made me feel. The emotional connection I feel after reading a novel or watching an epic film is hard to forget. [You can probably blame this on my Enthusiast personality mixed with my AP Language and Literature experience.]
I recently finished the Divergent Series, which was incredible, thank you for asking. While I have a whole stack of books waiting to be read, I think there has to be some sort of mourning period. It’s almost an injustice to Veronica Roth and her works of art to simply let them go. When I pick up another book, I know Tris and Four will dissolve into the same hazy place as Katniss and Peeta, the Dauntless will follow suit with the Gryffindor House, and initiate training will be hard to differentiate from Battle School. It’s just not fair. I hope this is not how reading goes down for everyone… my memory is terrible.
But I will never forget the weight of the of bravery, the feats of heroism, the perseverance of truth and love… the idea that people can become whoever they want, against all odds. It is this kind of mark these tales leave on me. I want to take a moment to revel in plight of the Divergent before I move onto the next. But alas, there are so many other pages to turn and eventually forget. And so many lessons to be learned. The catharsis never ends!