Note: the injury I mentioned last time around is still a thing. Expect further disruptions n blog content
DINNER WAS DISAPPOINTING. NEXT WEEK I’d have to tell my maids to leave some room in the dress for me to eat.
I don’t understand why these two sentences are back to back. Dinner was disappointing, so… she’ll need a looser dress so she can eat more next time? Was dinner disappointing because the food was good, and her tight dress prevented her from eating more of it? What’s going on here?
Maxon sashays into America’s room for one of their dull, rambling rendezvous (rendezvouses?), and America suddenly remembers that Aspen exists and pines over him for a bit. He drops out of the story so often, I was starting to forget all about him as well.
“Where in the world are your maids?” he asked, surveying my room.
“Gone. I send them off when I come back from dinner.”
“Yes, of course. I can take my clothes off by myself, thank you.”
But she lets them dress and bathe her every morning? And I’m almost certain that there have been scenes of the maids undressing her in the evening. Maybe they came up with some kind of arrangement while I was skimming over the book in a dazed stupor.
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLadiesLadies,” Maxon said, and gave a small head nod.
I supposed it was foolish to think no one would see us together. I felt my face heat up, but I wasn’t sure why.
I wonder if emnity and competitiveness between the contestants is an intended part of the Selection? Not that they actually are competing in any way–the book would be way more interesting if they were.
Celeste was staring daggers at me. I was sure she thought I had personally wronged her.
Case in point: Celeste is (I think) one of the two Mean Girls–not the one whose boobs are too big, the other one–and is clearly being set up as an antagonist for America. Despite this, she has yet to actually do anything. She hasn’t sabotaged America’s dress or tripped her in front of Maxon or set her room on fire. Hell, she’s barely had any dialogue.The other one (why are there two Mean Girls if they’re virtually identical apart from their physical appearances?) is even more of a non-entity.
“Good evening, sirs,” he greeted the guards, who opened the doors to the garden without the slightest hesitation. Maybe I would have to take Maxon up on that offer to have them know I liked to go outside. The idea of being able to escape so easily was appealing.
Yes, dear god. Actually take the initiative on something for a change.
Maxon has a bit of a whine about how hard it is to be a prince:
“And living around my schedule? When I’m not with you all, I’m organizing troops, making laws, perfecting budgets … and all on my own these days, while my father watches me stumble in my own stupidity because I have none of his experience.
This is why monarchy is bad, kids.
(Would the barely-adult prince actually be doing all of this shit personally, even in an absolute monarchy? Wouldn’t he have advisors to handle the day to day running of specific areas of expertise?)
“I hope you and Marlee hit it off. She’s incredibly sweet.”
Maxon made a strange face. “She seems so.”
“What? Is something wrong with sweet?”
“No, no. Sweet is good.”
He didn’t elaborate.
Gosh it’s almost like Marlee was a red herring and no one except America is going to get anywhere close to winning.
I’m very surprised by this.
“We’re alone. There’s just the guard by the door.”
Given how stupidly easy it is to break into the palace, I wouldn’t let Maxon outside without a full platoon guarding him.
“You’ll have to adjust to that. When you leave here, eyes will be on you for the rest of your life. My mom still talks to some of the women she was with when she went through the Selection. They’re all viewed as important women. Still.”
“Great,” I moaned. “Just one more thing I can’t wait to go home to.”
Dosn’t your heart just ache for these young, attractive, wealthy, famous lovers-to-be?
“But you’re willing to be homesick and miserable here instead of going home. Why?”
America already explained all of this during their first boring garden chat. She’s staying so her family will get more money. Did Maxon forget? Did the book forget.
America starts telling Maxon her life story, and we get one mildly interesting bit of information that I don’t think was explicitly stated before– her older brother Kota basically abandoned the family after his sculptures started making a lot of money–but it’s not actually that interesting given that I don’t actually care about America as a character.
“He’s a Six and I’m a Five, and there are laws …
You know, now would be a good time to ask Maxon why they have such strict laws about when people can bone.
Maxon’s eyes widened. “Midnight? But—”
“You should know that I break Illéa curfew regularly.”
Similarly: why is there a curfew? To stop rebels? It doesn’t seem to be working.
“But when he saw all the money that I’d spent on him, it upset him. He’s very proud. He wanted to spoil me, not the other way around, and I guess he saw then that he’d never be able to. So he broke up with me instead….
This makes him sound like even more of an arrogant tit than before.
“America, I promise you I’ll keep you here until the last possible moment. I understand that they want me to narrow the Elite down to three and then choose. But I swear to you, I’ll make it to two and keep you here until then.
Welp, there’s all the tension gone right out of the story, might as well just wrap it up now and go home.
(Oh and in case you forgot: the Selection doesn’t actually reach its conclusion until the end of book three. We’re almost two third through this one, and sweet fuck all has happened so far)