For thirty-five girls, the Selection is the chance of a lifetime. The opportunity to escape the life laid out for them since birth. To be swept up in a world of glittering gowns and priceless jewels. To live in the palace and compete for the heart of the gorgeous Prince Maxon.
But for America Singer, being Selected is a nightmare. It means turning her back on her secret love with Aspen, who is a caste below her. Leaving her home to enter a fierce competition for a crown she doesn’t want. Living in a palace that is constantly threatened by violent rebel attacks.
Then America meets Prince Maxon. Gradually, she starts to question all the plans she’s made for herself- and realizes that the life she’s always dreamed of may not compare to a future she never imagined.
— Goodreads.com description
As I write this review, it’s been two weeks since I finished The Selection by Kiera Cass. I’ve read, what, like five books since then? Every one of those days and after every one of those books, I’ve found my mind wandering back to The Selection.
Part of it is that it ends up in a cliffie – I mean, it’s not a spoiler; it’s pretty obvious coming into the book, especially knowing it’s a series. But most of it is that I just got REALLY caught up in the story.
So, pardon yet another Hunger Games comparison, but…it’s sort of like a girl is picked from her district, a la the Hunger Games, but instead of being sent into a Gladiator-esque setting…she ends up in The Bachelor! HOW FUN IS THAT?
Twenty girls are sent to live in the palace, where things stop being polite and start getting real. Interviews and bits and pieces of their interactions are broadcast on national TV as Prince Maxon struggles to pick one of the girls to become his new wife.
Like the audiences in The Selection, I was watching (err, reading) it all go down with rapt attention. I could not peel my eyes away from the book. There’s bickering and in-fighting and clandestine meetings and lies and secrets and OH MY GOSH WHO COULD WANT MORE?
Well, okay, so serious dystopian fans probably will want more. The Hunger Games comparison doesn’t go super far…I mean there’s not any murder, to start. And there’s not a ton of world-building.
I’m cool with that, though. Plus, here’s one more good thing: Prince Maxon. He is surprisingly sweet and clearly going to make a good king some day. He’s funny and kind and yeah yeah yeah I love him whatever no big deal.
BONUS: It’s being made into an hourlong show on the CW.
Let me pause for a moment for you to all freak out. Oh, you haven’t read the book yet so you’re not freaking? YOU WILL.
America, the star of the book, is being played by Aimee Teegarden (aka Julie Taylor from Friday Night Lights). LOVE THAT. She’s just going to be a pretty and nice girl … all-American girl so to speak, so I think casting is perf. Prince Maxon will be played by Ethan Peck, whom I don’t know but looks sort of royal (he’s Gregory Peck’s grandson, so Hollywood royalty anyway), so I’m down with it.
Really, I could go on. LOVE. Bye.