The first, the town hall meeting, was Marid's idea, and, as he points out, he was the one who had to save it in the end. The two instances where she does try to reach out weren't even her idea. She spends the entire book worrying about what they think of her rather than actually trying to help them. That sounds like entitlement to me.Īnd does Eadlyn actually 'do something unselfish for her people'?

So miss Princess-excuse me- Queen Eadlyn just can't enjoy her little bath without all its fluff, and she can't be bothered to just go and get it herself. Eloise was quiet and fast, but she was no Neena. I stepped into the bath, noting there was no lavendar, no bubbles, no anything to sweeten the water.

Eadlyn to stop being spoiled and do something unselfish for her people.īy the end of the book, Eadlyn says she's learned her lesson, and that she's more aware of how privileged she is.

So let's return to the points of improvement I listed here, the day I finished The Heir, in optimism for its sequel. Sure, America could be annoying, but as long as you didn't take them too seriously, they were quick, fun reads.īut The Heir was not a good read for me, for reasons I have already stated in my review. I really enjoyed the original three Selection books. Second, I wish it didn't have to end this way. I've loved hearing everyone's predictions and hopes and dreams over the course of a year in waiting for what may or may not be the last of the Selection books, given the track record. Almost every day, a few more people like it, or someone else actively advocates for Kile or Erik and sends up a prayer in the hopes America doesn't die. This much of a response is unheard of for me. But your life is yours, singular and sacred, and you should be with the person who makes it feel that way every blessed second you live it.'įirst, I would like to thank every person who has liked or commented on this review in the past year or so. 'I'm telling you, Eady, wars and treaties and even countries will all come and go. When someone else remembers some great story about me/us that I’ve forgotten. Not walking up but looking at a beautiful staircase. Spending an hour typing at a coffee shop.

That my wedding dress was tea length, not floor.

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