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Marlee- America's first and best friend at the palace. She is caned and let go from the Selection after being found having a relationship with a guard named Carter whom she later marries. Elise- A quiet girl. She is one of the last four Selected remaining, known as the "Elite".
He despises America and horribly mistreats Maxon. He dies in the final rebel attack. Queen Amberly Schreave- A gentle and kind queen.
Also, the mother of Prince Maxon. Unlike the king, she is kind to America. She also dies in the last rebel attack. May Singer- America's younger sister. Her and America share similar traits.
They are very close to one another. She is strong and the one who takes charge. She is timid and falls in love later with Aspen.
Reception[ edit ] The A. Club commented that the first book in the series "is something of a Hunger Games rip-off, but at least it's an entertaining one". I was so embarrassed. Clarkson would never see me as anything but the broken girl who sent him away.
I was sure my chance at winning his heart had passed. What use could he have for me now? I sat and watched, trying to understand the rules in case I got a turn, though I had a feeling we would all get bored and end the game before everyone had a chance. Look at his arms.
Maureen sighed. Clarkson had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He looked really, really good. How do I get him to wrap those around me?
Keller joked. The girls around her laughed, and Clarkson glanced their way, a hint of a smile on his lips. It always came across like that: just a trace.
Maybe the unexpected bubble of a single chuckle, but never anything where he was just so happy he exploded in laughter.
Still, the ghost of a smirk on his face was enough to paralyze me. I was fine with not seeing more. The teams moved along the field, and I was painfully aware when the prince was standing near me. As one of the girls lined up a rather skillful shot, he darted his eyes over at me, not moving his head.
I peeked up at him, and he turned his attention back to the game.
Some girls cheered, and he stepped closer. Maybe you should get some water. All the same. Dehydration can make headaches worse.
Might be good for you. His eyes came down to meet mine, and there was something there. Not love, maybe not even affection, but something a degree or two beyond basic concern. Knowing I was hopeless when it came to refusing him, I stood and walked over to the table. I started to pour myself some water, but a maid took the pitcher from my hand.
Sorry, Still getting used to that. She smiled. Not at all. Have some fruit. Very refreshing on a day like this. I stood by the table, eating grapes with a tiny fork. Clarkson looked my way a few times, seemingly double-checking that I was doing as he suggested. I never did take a chance playing the game. It was three more days before Clarkson spoke to me again. Dinner was dying down. The king had unceremoniously excused himself, and the queen had almost completely emptied a bottle of wine by herself.
Some of the girls started to curtsy and leave, not wanting to watch the queen as she sloppily propped herself up on her arm. I was alone at my table, determined to finish every last bite of the chocolate cake. How are you today, Amberly? Too bad that doesn't make up for well, everything else. I'm going to go eat more chocolate and watch criminal minds to make myself feel better. Who paid you guys to do this?! And the guy in the mall who gave me a sugar cookie taste tester, just because.
I'm starting to become slightly overwhelmed lol "slightly", more like horrifyingly by the amount of likes this post has accumulated. It's scary that you all are reading my writing, and it's scary that some of you actually like it?
I guess? I really appreciate it. And if you didn't like my review, ha ha ha ha too bad so sad! Do you even know how big a number that is? Do you? DO YOU? To celebrate the absolutely insane amount of attention this review has received, I shall go forth and eat pieces of chocolate.
As one does when existing in an exciting time like this.
I feel this deeply. I almost didn't finish reading the book because America's feelings were so up and down. I wanted to reach into the book and Yes!!! I wanted to reach into the book and slap her across the face and then tell her to calm down and pick a side.
Sure, it suffered from a major bout of shoddy world building and desperately needed a plot beyond just the game show slash dating elements, but if I had to blurb it, I'd go with something like this: "Frivolous and silly, The Selection is nonetheless an enjoyable timekiller with its Bachelor-like elements and inability to take itself too seriously. Let's see America For what it's worth, I actually liked The Selection. America: I love Maxon. No Aspen. No definitely Maxon. I love Maxon.
Like maybe the plot is just one big, long, stretched out love triangle?