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“But now I’m wondering if I need it anymore, if we ever really need these words, “Dauntless,” “Erudite,” “Divergent,” “Allegiant,” or if we can just be friends or lovers or siblings, defined instead by the choices we make and the love and loyalty that binds us.”

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Veronica Roth
Veronica Roth

Veronica Roth (born August 19, 1988) is an American novelist best known for her bestselling Divergent trilogy, which includes Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant. The series, set in a dystopian Chicago, explores themes of identity, choice, and societal structure. Roth graduated from Northwestern University with a degree in creative writing. She published Divergent at age 21, and the series has sold over 40 million copies worldwide, inspiring a successful film franchise. Roth continues to write and lives in Chicago with her family. more

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