Left “The Last Dragonslayer” next to my bed so I started “Divergent” by Veronica Roth this morning on the train. My college roomie recommended it to me when I was in Denver so I thought that I would give it a try.
I’m already mad at myself because I’ve been hooked and the series isn’t complete. Which means waiting for books. One of my least favorite things.
The life of a bookworm is so tough.