The One (The Selection, #3)

by Kiera Cass

I didn’t really care for coffee—it was too bitter for my tastes—but I knew it would help me wake up, so I braced myself to take a drink. Before I could even sip, Maxon slid the bowl of sugar in front of me. Like he knew.

to be loved-

shook my head. “That’s not . . .”

In a sense that

Elise, ever poised, didn’t explode like I might have in her place. “You mean the glass in my shoes, the ruined gowns hanging in my closet, the bleach in my shampoo?”

I do love this diva’s redemption arc

I wish I was as true an artist as you so that I could find a way to tell you what you’ve become to me. America, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion. You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that’s all it would manage to do.

Maxon Schreave.

“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”

Maxon Schreave.