When was the last time I had a laugh like no other? A laugh that is mockingly amusing? A laugh that is sarcastically delightful? A laugh that is painfully exciting? A laugh that is memorably humiliating?
We might have dressed up with the shades of factions from the Divergent book when we watched the movie version that day, but that would not be the funny part.
The cause of our joy was having an honest-to-goodness non-reader non-fangirl friend (who was dressed up as Candor) sit in between us two frankly insane bookworm fangirls, and listen to her make hilarious comments of the turn of events which we, the latter, already knew of because we have read the book. There had been several episodes of shock, amusement, ridicule, ignorance and awe coming from every careless but honest remarks she made about the characters, the scenes and the what if’s and could-have-been’s she had in mind out loud.
To add sparks to the outburst, she even lost her very important pouch (with her cellphone and cash in it) in the movie house and realized she did when we were already ready for the ride home. We had to appear like Dauntless transfers as we rushed back to the movie house, called out for the guards and searched for the missing pouch.
I never felt so breathless that day. All thanks to our Candor girl.