Mommy, am I cult?

One of the challenges of fantasy is that we have a whole new world to assimilate, and sometimes we get so lost trying to understand the technicalities of this new world that we lose focus on the main objective: simply enjoying the book.

This was one of my pet peeves. I don't mind about "the Chosen One saves the world" trope, it's something to be expected in fantasy. The novel that started so good: from the writing style, I could sense it was a sophisticated [b:Divergent|13335037|Divergent (Divergent, #1)|Veronica Roth|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1328559506s/13335037.jpg|13155899]. I was curious about the immersion of the protagonist in her new reality, and in her challenge to survive the training conduced by an organization she couldn't trust... to kill the biggest villain in the world. But having to stop every 3 minutes to assimilate a new concept or learn how this battle detail will work was draining to me. (It's only 300 pages long and I took almost a month to read it.)