Reached (Matched, #3)

by Ally Condie

In some ways, our being Matched is the biggest strike against me. How was she supposed to love me when the Society said she should?

“When we found out that we’d be dropping it from the sky and sending it on the water, we thought it would be funny to name the Plague after the people’s stories. So we called the Plague the ‘Pilot.’” The Plague is the Pilot.

For a moment, I’m a part of it all. Then I’m just apart.