Dear Kid,
I love re-reading books. I particularly like stories that I haven’t read in a while, so even though I don’t really remember the plot, they are like well-worn slippers that I slide into, comfortable in the surety that they will still fit.
I’m a fan of fiction. I have more than enough reality IRL and I (generally) choose to read fiction that is light and fun and will in no way whatsoever change the course of the world.
Right now I’m rereading the Divergent series. I remember that when I read it the series the first time, I liked it progressively less as I worked my way through the books. But I often find that with a series (do you?) and didn’t think much about it.
This time I’m reading with a slightly different eye.
Actually, I don’t know that it’s my eye that has changed so much as our national landscape has changed. It’s a scarier book this time.
I can’t help thinking about which Faction I would be in, or that you and Pi and Dad would be in different ones. I can’t help thinking that we’re living in a world where hatred within our country is running so high that the idea of a war against People Not Like Us is not as ridiculous as it should be. Nor is the idea that leaders inevitably become tyrannical out of fear and a lust for power.
On a more frivolous note, in a self-sufficient post-massive-war Chicago, they still have coffee. And guns.
Not all the factions have soda or cake. But they couldn’t get rid of the coffee.
Or guns.
Maybe it’s not really a frivolous note….
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