My maids were gifts.  They didn’t ask about the puffy eyes or the tear-stained pillows.  They merely helped me pull myself together. It never ceases to amaze me that America thinks this is a good thing.  She’s actually grateful that her maids never ask her what’s wrong or make any attempts to comfort her or…

The next day, America is wondering if Maxon knows about people losing their castes, which still seems really weird to me.  Maybe because we just don’t have enough context to know what that means.  So some people lost their jobs and got new ones, okay?  Maybe they were Fives who sucked at singing but are…

America is upset about the completely pointless magazine article telling her that public opinion is against her in a non-public-opinion contest that she doesn’t even want to win anymore.  Um…angsty?  Anyway, she runs and hides in her room, then decides to play the piano for a distraction.  Then she finds Gregory’s diary (remember that thing?)…

As I turned the corner at the top of the stairs, I saw a guard coming toward me.  Aspen.  Even though he was bigger after being bulked up from training, I knew his walk and his shadow and a thousand other things that were ingrained in my heart. America has this strange habit of assuring…

America’s dad writes her a letter, since the families got sent home right after the whipping.  “For safety,” but I don’t understand what kind of danger they were in? At the end of the letter, Dad tells her that he was “so proud” of her for running at the stage and that this proves her…