The Selection (The Selection, #1)

by Kiera Cass

Why did Mom have to push me so much? Wasn’t she happy? Didn’t she love Dad? Why wasn’t this good enough for her?

felt this babes

“I’m not some charity case, America. I’m a man. I’m supposed to be a provider.”

boo! gender stereotypes

I gulped. Too many rules, too much structure, too many people. I just wanted to be alone with a violin.

so true

P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?

LOL

Yeah, Mom, I’ll just keep telling the prince that he has absolutely no shot with me and offend him as often as I can. Great plan.

it is a wonderful plan babes i know how this series ends

Maxon smiled effortlessly. “America Singer,” he announced, “my closest friend.”

AWE

Lots of times when girls cry, they don’t want you to fix the problem, they just want to be consoled,” I advised.

or just listened to, i think everyone wants that when they’re crying

instead of just patting my shoulder, he leaned in and tentatively wrapped his arms around me. “I only really ever hug my mother. Is this okay?” he asked. I laughed. “It’s hard to get a hug wrong.”

i might actually cry bro. i like their relationship a lot, i love their friendship.

“Really, Maxon, we’ve been doing pretty well lately. I—” But I couldn’t finish my sentence. Maxon came over and kissed my forehead. “I’ll see you at dinner.” As he walked away, he straightened his tie.

ohoho

I didn’t understand why their reactions were mixed.

erm america it’s because the military is more important than starving and homeless people… (this is a sad joke about america irl)

“No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.”

so true bestie even though you’re kinda still picking maxon lol