The Selection began with thirty-five girls. Now with the group narrowed down to the six Elite, the competition to win Prince Maxon’s heart is fiercer than ever—and America is still struggling to decide where her heart truly lies. Is it with Maxon, who could make her life a fairy tale? Or with her first love, Aspen?
America is desperate for more time. But the rest of the Elite know exactly what they want—and America’s chance to choose is about to slip away.
On to the second book in The Selection Series, and this one is just as addictive as the first…but also more mediocre? How do I keep turning pages while at the same time questioning why I am reading them? I think that is the very definition of guilty pleasure reading.
I should correct one thing from my first review, in that there IS one POC character. Elise is from New Asia. However, I think she might be the blandest representation of an Asian character I have ever read, and there are plenty of stereotypes to go along with it. For a nation that was at one point part of China, you’d think there would be more people of Chinese descent in Illea, wouldn’t there be? Either way, I don’t remember Elise being pointed out in The Selection, or at least she didn’t play as much of a role. I could be wrong.
I also felt that Maxon was very manipulative in this book. He only seems to care about America in what she provides for him. He gets a little gaslighty during their conversations. Now, we do find out later where that attitude could result from, but still. I lose some love for him. Not that Aspen gains any of that either. He’s just as bad.
Still, there’s so much drama going on I have to find out what happens. It’s like bad TV. Cass has the hook in me and I’m not sure I can stop now. And these are books I can finish in a couple of hours, so they are nice breaks from everything else I am reading. What will happen next? Am I really justifying reading mediocre books? Who am I even?