The Selection, by Kiera Cass
Review by Katie Z
This is the book that almost started World War III. Maxon-America shippers versus Aspen-America shippers. One would think that such a book would live up to the hype.
I tried so hard to read this. I really did. I got past page 100 and skipped to the end. Yes, I’m a horrible person and I don’t deserve milk and cookies. It’s like The Bachelor with hysterical hormone-crazy teenage girls that are trying to murder each other. Oh, wait, that’s the Hunger Games with girls.
Once upon a time, there was a land called Illéa. In Illéa, citizens are sorted into castes based on their job, from One to Eight, Ones being the best. America Singer, a poor Six, is chosen by the Selection to compete for the prince’s heart and the crown in an elimination-style competition. Her hometown boyfriend, Aspen, is devastated. Sounds cliché already. But wait––it gets worse. The prince, Maxon, has a case of one-dimensional hotness and enjoys calling everyone “my dear”. In addition to the mess at the palace, the population of the future U.S is dissatisfied and is almost in revolt. At the mansion, the girls immediately become obsessed with Maxon, but our hero hates him for no apparent reason. However, Maxon and America start to warm up to each other (My cliché detector exploded by then). In between the more pressing matter of revolution, there are balls, gowns and makeout sessions because that’s what girls like. Note the sarcasm.
The main character is the only good part. She’s the peoples’ champion, embodying the revolutionary idea of a caste-free government. Her fiery temper and prickly personality nabs Maxon’s heart. After the unconvincing beginning, the relationship between Maxon and America creates some notable moments. Nonetheless, the plot consists mainly of giggling, dresses, and romance which tires after a few scenes. A healthy dose of realism and feminism is needed. Not all girls enjoy gowns, swooning, and dates.
As for the other girls, there are hordes of mean brats, plagues of manipulative she-devils, and a few nice people who are eliminated first. The never ending parade of mean kids is used to give main character America a valid reason to win the Selection, but it would be a welcome change if not every girl was trying to win the prince. Could there be a few that are just there for the food? Maybe one that was unwillingly dragged in? The other girls are bland at best without a backstory. Due to the sheer number of supporting characters, none can be developed well.
I also have a problem with the world-building. Cass’s story is set in future America, but it’s hard to imagine without some description. The author tells you it’s a suburb-like hometown, but forgets to describe the surroundings. The royal palace is also said to be cold and fancy, but it’s empty in the absence of descriptions of beds, rooms, and gardens.
If you’re looking for something that’s like a piece of candy: sweet, quick, but empty, then this is the right novel for you.