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339 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 24, 2012
"You are all dear to me. It is simply a matter of discovering who shall be the dearest."
[Aspen's] black T-shirt was worn to threads in several places, just like the shabby pair of jeans he wore almost every day. If only I could sit and patch them up for him. That was my great ambition. Not to be Illea's princess. To be Aspen's.
"I'm not some charity case, America. I'm a man. I'm supposed to be a provider."
"America Singer," [Maxon] announced, "my closest friend."
"Maybe he wants to know which actors you think are the most handsome. Keep your mental list ready," I whispered back. Marlee and Ashley both chuckled at that.
"[Maxon] must be incredibly strong," Marlee gushed.
"I wonder why. I mean, what's the point of him being that strong? He does deskwork. It's weird."
"Maybe he likes to flex in front of the mirror," Marlee said, making a face and flexing her own tiny arms."
"Ha ha! I bet that's it. I dare you to ask him!"
Maxon let out a breath I didn't realize he was holding.
He had his own smell, a mix of chemicals that burned out from him.
"Please don't call me gorgeous. First my mom, then May, now you. It's getting on my nerves." By the way Aspen was looking at me, I could tell I wasn't helping my "I'm not pretty" case.
“We weren’t destitute. But I guess we weren’t that far off either. Our caste was just three away from the bottom.”
“I had a few nicer dresses for when we worked, but they were hopelessly behind in the fashion department.”
“You are all dear to me. It is simply a matter of discovering who shall be the dearest.”
"When the United States couldn't repay their massive debt, the Chinese invaded. Unfortunately for them, this didn't get them any money, as the United States was beyond bankruptcy."
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I hope you find someone you can't live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it's like to have to try and live without them.North America was destroyed (wars, financial crisis, etc). A man of the name Gregory Illéa pulled together what was left to form Illéa.
“I’ve met nearly every woman in this room, and I can’t think of one who would make a better friend. I’d be glad to have you stay."Sometimes you need a dishy, cat-fighting, true-love-finding, princess-y sort of book and this one was certainly it.
My relief was inexpressible.
"Do you think," Maxon asked, "That I could still call you ‘my dear’?"
"Not a chance." I whispered.”
“If you don’t want me to be in love with you, you’re going to have to stop looking so lovely. First thing tomorrow I’m having your maids sew some potato sacks together for you.”The thing that bugged the ever-living daylights out of me was that the author really didn't know much about politics.
"I'm not so stupid as to believe that you've completely forgotten about your former boyfriend. I know you think there are others here more suited for me and this life, and I wouldn't want you to rush into trying to be happy with any of this. I just...I just want to know if it's possible..."
Since The Selection started, I'd been worrying that it was something that was going to ruin my life. But in this moment, I couldn't think of a time that felt more right.
He leaned in even closer to whisper. "You say you're here by mistake, so I'm assuming you don't want to be here.. Is there any possibility of you having any sort of...of loving feelings towards me?"
I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head against his chest. Maxon seemed both comforted and surprised by the gesture. I took only a second for him to wrap his arms securely around me. "Maxon, I'm not completely sure what we are, but we're definitely more than friends."
"No, I'm not choosing him or you. I'm choosing me."
“True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.”
"I didn't want to be royalty. And I didn't want to be a One. I didn't even want to try."
"For a Five, she was a little on the heavy side, which was odd. She wasn't a glutton, and it's not like we had anything to overeat anyways. Perhaps that's just the way a body looks after five children."