What do you get when you cross The Bachelor with Cinderella and throw in a little dystopian government and some unhappy lower castes? You get this book. You may be wondering, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” My obtuse answer is “that depends. Do you like The Bachelor?”
I confess that I have never seen The Bachelor nor The Bachelorette. I have heard a lot about them, as I, in fact, have not been living in a box and I would have to actively try to not hear about them. From what I can gather, the women/men fight over a man/woman acting sweet/innocent/flirtatious in front of the selector, while being catty and downright mean behind the scenes. Right?
Tone that down to teenager status, and you’ve got this book. But there are a few catches. The first, is that the bachelor is a prince. The 35 women vying for the crown, I mean Prince Maxon, are hand-plucked from the masses. They aren’t royalty, and some are even from the *gasp* lower castes!! America is a five (the Royal family are the ones, and the lowest caste – I think – are eights), one of only two to be picked. She is feisty, beautiful, friendly, stubborn, and oh yeah in love with someone else.
But that someone else made her put her name in for this game, and now she’s in the palace, competing for someone’s love that she doesn’t want. But then again, maybe she does. Does she? Cue the love triangle.
Clearly, I didn’t think much of this book. It wasn’t awful, but I didn’t connect with any of the characters – they never felt like real people; they never really came alive. Everything seemed very stiff and forced, even (especially?) the love scenes and tender moments. The target audience is teenage girls, one of whom recommended this book to me, so I suppose that is what they are used to getting.
They are also apparently getting a tv show out of this. On the WB. Not that there is anything wrong with the WB, home of the Gilmore Girls, its just that, well…yeah.