Whenever I get very nervous about the concept of aging, I find myself YEARRNNING to re-read all the books I swear changed my life as a child. And I turn 26 this month... so here we are.

Does this book hold up to all of its former glory? Ehhhh, not really. But who cares?! Does it actually matter if I still love and cherish a book in the same way that my baby-brained, 14-year-old self loved and cherished it? Not really! I still had fun! This book is FUN!

The carousel scene! Weird dystopian Chicago! Four, as a character (the love of my pubescent life)! "This was Coachella 2016! This was the vibe at the time!"

So yeah! To my younger self!
You'd still HATE Tris as a protagonist.