The Transfer: A Divergent Story
by Veronica Roth
This book is in first person from Four's point of view. It's okay...I mean, I think because I'm so used to the first person from Tris's eyes, it's hard for me to truly feel it from Four's. I didn't rate it very high because of that but the writing is still very good.
Btw, the Divergent trilogy makes me think of the Matrix movie (which I loved) and that's how I envisioned the story in my head.
Here's a couple of clips from The Transfer:
"This is the fear landscape room," Amar announces without looking up. "A fear landscape is a simulation in which you confront your worst fears."
Arranged on the table next to the machine is a line of syringes. They look sinister to me in the flickering light, like they might as well be instruments of torture, knives and blades and hot pokers.
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Here is a piece of Four in his simulation. Marcus is his father.
A circle of light envelops me, and at its edge, I see worn gray shoes pacing. Marcus Eaton steps into the edge of the light, but not the Marcus Eaton I know. This one has pits for eyes and a gaping black maw instead of a mouth.
Another Marcus Eaton stands beside him, and slowly, all around the circle, more and more monstrous versions of my father step forward to surround me, their yawning, toothless mouths open wide, their heads tilting at odd angles. I squeeze my hands into fists. It's not real. It's obviously not real.
The first Marcus undoes his belt and then slides it out from around his waist, loop by loop, and as he does, so do the other Marcuses. As they do, the belts turn into ropes made of metal, barbed at the ends. They drag their belts in lines across the floor, their oily black tongues sliding over the eges of their dark mouths. At once they draw back the metal ropes, and I scream at the top of my lungs, wrapping my arms around my head.
"This is for your own good," the Marcuses say in metallic, united voices, like a choir.
I feel pain, tearing, ripping, shredding. I fall to my knees and squeeze my arms against my ears like they can protect me, but nothing can protect me, nothing.