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Copyright © 2011 by Veronica Roth
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Praise For Divergent
âDIVERGENT is a captivating, fascinating book that kept me in constant suspense and was never short on surprises. It will be a long time before I quit thinking about this haunting vision of the future.â
âJAMES DASHNER,NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF THE MAZE RUNNER
âA taut and shiveringly exciting read! Tris is exactly
the sort of unflinching and fierce heroine I love. I couldnât turn the pages fast enough.â
âMELISSA MARR,NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF WICKED LOVELY
âWell written and brilliantly executed, DIVERGENT is a heart-pounding debut that cannot be missed. Tris stands out in her action-packed, thrilling, and emotionally honest journey to determine who she wants to be in a society that demands she conform. Itâs dystopian fiction at its best!â
âKIERSTEN WHITE,NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF PARANORMALCY
Dedication
To my mother, who gave me the moment when Beatrice realizes how strong her mother is and wonders how she missed it for so long
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Praise for Divergent
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Acknowledgements
Back Ads
About the Publisher
Chapter One
THERE IS ONE mirror in my house. It is behind a sliding panel in the hallway upstairs. Our faction allows me to stand in front of it on the second day of every third month, the day my mother cuts my hair.
I sit on the stool and my mother stands behind me with the scissors, trimming. The strands fall on the floor in a dull, blond ring.
When she finishes, she pulls my hair away from my face and twists it into a knot. I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I canât say the same of myself.
I sneak a look at my reflection when she isnât paying attentionânot for the sake of vanity, but out of curiosity. A lot can happen to a personâs appearance in three months. In my reflection, I see a narrow face, wide, round eyes, and a long, thin noseâI still look like a little girl, though sometime in the last few months I turned sixteen. The other factions celebrate birthdays, but we donât. It would be self-indulgent.
âThere,â she says when she pins the knot in place. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror. It is too late to look away, but instead of scolding me, she smiles at our reflection. I frown a little. Why doesnât she reprimand me for staring at myself?
âSo today is the day,â she says.
âYes,â I reply.
âAre you nervous?â
I stare into my own eyes for a moment. Today is the day of the aptitude test that will show me which of the five factions I belong in. And tomorrow, at the Choosing Ceremony, I will decide on a faction; I will decide the rest of my life; I will decide to stay with my family or abandon them.
âNo,â I say. âThe tests donât have to change our choices.â
âRight.â She smiles. âLetâs go eat breakfast.â
âThank you. For cutting my hair.â
She kisses my cheek and slides the panel over the mirror. I think my mother could be beautiful, in a different world. Her body is thin beneath the gray robe. She has high cheekbones and long eyelashes, and when she lets her hair down at night, it hangs in waves over her shoulders. But she must hide that beauty in Abnegation.