People crowd into the car around me, so we stand in four rows, shoulder-to-shoulder. And then something peculiar happens: fingers lace with mine and a palm presses to my palm. Tobias, holding my hand. My entire body is alive with energy. I squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back. He is awake.

This is one of my most favorite parts in the whole series.

I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now. I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

I shouldn’t have read that Veronica Roth interview on Goodreads. I’m only making myself mad and frustrated and sad. This isn’t saying that I won’t be reading her future works because I probably will, but I don’t think I’d read her writing for a very long time.

Allegiant kind of messed up even my reading habits. After finishing that book, it took me four months again to pick up and start reading a new story. And even now, almost a year later after that book, I still get really sad then angry then sad again thinking about Tris.