Book blog. Four

Four by Veronica Roth

four is four/ Tobias`s version of divergent.  it focuses in on four key stories about four at home in abnegation with Marcus, choosing dauntless, fitting in, and later the attack on abnegation, Etc... It also covers things like him meeting Tris :(and running from dauntless.

I thought that this book was really good! I was really sad that this aaas the last book in the divergent series and it was not my favorite one.
I will give some mature content warnings though its not to bad.

Lobby and burm

When I was small it was a throne
the seats on either                             side were  made of gold
the dust was sparkling fairy dust,
the      ding     of the opening door was the royal symphony
and the tall blue and green walls shaped my castle.
everyday Id race my friend to see who would be the slave and who got to be the princess.


The blustery wind waves my clothes and gravel crunches under foot and the leash goes tough in my  hand and the dog yanks my arm. my feet pound on the ground and dust flies. my purse bangs at my hip that is so used to it I barley notice. the trail dips and i see the stream, the fluffy dog gallops toward it and i fly forward almost losing my balance and falling in to the deep, wetlands marsh below.

Limericks

#1
There once was a girl named Talia, if she was small shed be Smallia.
She loved her pringles, and sat on the shingles and sometimes went to the mall-ia

#2
When you try to fall asleep and you start to drift to deep and your mind thinks of things you don`t want to hear and you think of things so very queer. And then you end up counting sheep

#3
my thoughts are a muddle, much like a puddle. My legs are so tired, they burn like fire, and as I watch the turning tire my sleepyness is not very subtle.

Free verse

#1) Standing against the metal wall, the blue filling her eyes.

Her memories are flooding back, her eyes close, letting her slip away, slip away to a land of clouds and boats and fairy tail quotes. She hears memories of peoples voices ringing in her head. She remembers the past, what she left behind. and slowly the memories fall away, making space for thoughts of the future to fill their space.

#2)
The water rolls below her, the sand blends together. stiff rock lets out a "smack" as her small feet run, run to the edge. And jump.

Book blog about Alegiant

Tris and Tobias need to know what is outside the gate, and with Jeanine out of the way, they are free to go and they do. The few who dare to go outside the gate are: Tris, four, Cara, Uriha, Christina, and Tori, but only two of them live to the end of the book. When they finally find something outside the gate, they don`t know what to think. They are told that their entire life`s have been a lie. Tris learns that even outside the factions, people still form themselves in to groups. sometimes of good and evil. Tobias, without meaning to, joins the group of evil and is forever regretful. after this, Tris and Tobias relationship gets bad before it gets better. The group discovers that they have to sacrifice someone and everyone looks at Caleb but even if her brother was willing to kill her, can Tris let it happen to him?

Overall this book was REALLY good!!! It is also really sad and heart breaking. :( There is some mature language and content.

T.B.R
Four
Gracefully Grayson
thirteen reasons why
The Secret Hum Of Daisy  

ocasional poetry

The dust is so thick, flying up all around me. my lips are dry and split and the babies cry from the hot and stuffy places inside the wagons. Heavy, tired feet are lifted and dropped all around me. we will never get there. To the green lands, and rich soil, to the cozy homes and happy families...  We have already walked for so long. 

Wagon wheels scatter the trail here where a few were town apart by the now dried up river, the possessions stolen and the family left with nothing... It sends a shiver up my spine. I must face it. I am scared. Scared like everyone else, I don't know how to overcome it and I the dream of the new land is fading. 

I see grass, not the faded bland dead grass that I have stared at for so long but fresh green grass that has grown strong and green and has flowers! The oxen pull at their harnesses and the men turn them out to graze while the children can finally run and play happily. we are here... Happiness grasps me and lifts me up, making my eyes bright and grateful tears drip from my cheeks.  

Ode to Napoleon (the Horse)

Ginger legs racing, hoofs pounding, dirt flying
my mind is empty, it is clear
thats what happens when we ride... past the gate we go, red and white main flying to brush my cheeks, tears well in my eyes  as I press my heels down and raise my body up, ipso that the wind curls through my hair and his.

I am running,I  look to the gate, flicking my mane at the girls face...
I stretch my legs and kick at the sand, I nimbly and gracefully, dodge the red jump.

I squeeze slightly with my legs and urge us around the ring one more time.
as we slow, the sun becomes just the sun instead of rays of gold and the wind becomes just a breeze instead of a rush of adrenaline.


we are walking and I stretch my neck down to blow at he sand and get a good breath.
My sides are heaving.

A smile plays at my lips and I don't notice the red of my cheeks or the swift beat of heart as i slide off of the little red pony.