So, what better way to lose herself for a few minutes, or even an hour, than in reading Hunger Games fanfiction? She found a really good one today. Dear blog readers will probably laugh but it is no joke: one of self’s bookmarked sites is Mockingjay.net.
No, self will not go there.
Instead, she continues with Divergent. Because the movie — well, the movie stars Shailene Woodley. And self loves Shailene Woodley. She’s loved her ever since The Descendants.
These are the young actresses self particularly loves: Jennifer Lawrence, Anna Kendrick, Emily Blunt (well, she’s a bit older; still, self loves her), Jena Malone and Shailene Woodley. Oh! She also likes Felicity Jones. She liked Natalie Mendoza in The Descent. She likes Lilly Collins. And Lupita Nyong’o who was absolutely incandescent in 12 Years a Slave.
Where were we?
Oh yes, Divergent.
On p. 33, self finds out a little bit more about the world of the book:
The narrator’s father has returned from a hard day at work. He is some kind of political leader.
The narrator explains:
The city is ruled by a council of fifty people, composed entirely of representatives from Abnegation, because our faction is regarded as incorruptible, due to our commitment to selflessness. Our leaders are selected by their peers for their impeccable character, moral fortitude, and leadership skills. Representatives from each of the other factions can speak in the meetings on behalf of a particular issue, but ultimately, the decision is the council’s . . . It has been that way since the beginning of the great peace, when the factions were formed. I think the system persists because we’re afraid of what might happen if it didn’t: war.
Self loses herself in conjecture. To tell the truth, self belongs in a faction like Abnegation. But she longs to break out of it because it is just, so, so — limp. For instance, p. 34: “We aren’t supposed to speak at the dinner table unless our parents ask us a direct question, and they usually don’t.”
Members of Abnegation must be humble and self-effacing all the time. They must not take pride in their looks or in their character or in their intelligence or in their creativity.
What. A. Terrible. Way. To. Be.
Self knows, because she spent — oh, about 80% of her life doing all those self-abnegating things. And it did her not. One. Bit. Of. Good.
Until self suddenly had this mind-blowing revelation, courtesy of Manang Marilou of Bacolod: Nobody cares if you are miserable. So you might as well be happy.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.