The Elite by Kiera Cass

The Elite by Kiera CassThe Elite by Kiera Cass
Series: The Selection #2
Genre: Dystopia
Release Date: 23rd April 2013
Publisher: HarperCollins Children's Books
Source: Publisher
Add it: Goodreads
Rating: one-star

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.

A short list of things that happen in this book:

1. America reads diaries.

2. Maxon dates other women but still macks on America. She, having never listened to Destiny’s Child in her life, still somehow thinks this is okay behaviour.

3. Aspen…is a character, I guess.

4. Literally nothing else of note.

Yo, this book sucked. There is no other way around it and I feel it is kinder to just be honest and say that it was truly Not Good at all. Were you expecting plot advancement? Sure, if diaries written by a cartoon supervillain are your jam. America reads the diaries left behind by the dude who invented the Selection process and also reinstated the monarchy (in America…I’m sorry I just can’t get over this) and finds out that he was kind of a tool. It’s riveting, truly. How about character development? In a word: lmao. Every character remains the exact same as they were in the first book because this is not the series you need to be looking for if what you want is characters who grow and develop throughout a series. What about romance? Who even knows man I stopped paying attention/caring/giving a shit at about the 10% mark in this book. Maxon is still around doing what he does i.e. dating other girls while stringing America along because ~romance~ or something. I don’t even know what’s happening with Aspen but lbr no one cares, not even the author.

I really do not have anything else of note to say except that I read this book and I regret the, thankfully, few hours I spent reading it. Watching paint dry would have been productive and also probably more enjoyable than this travesty. Read better books, people. I believe in you.

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