(And yes, that is the sound of Feminism retreating in her heels).ī) Complaining about how stressed she is - while getting massages and mani/pedis constantly. It's unfair that America decided to break tradition and allow girls to rule the kingdom.) What they didn't understand was that their attempts to make my life fair seemed rather unfair to me.(Yes. The unlikable main character (aka Eadlyn) spends the entire book:Ī) Whining about how unfair it is that she's going to be the next ruler. Honestly, it just goes to show, just because you *can* write another book in your very bloated series doesn't mean you should. The second and third book were really stretching the theme.and this fourth one? Not worth the paper it was printed on. This whole series went so far downhill that Jack and Jill can't even find it. No one was more powerful than me.Poor, unfortunate Princess Eadelyn will have to face her toughest challenge yet - getting people to like her. Didn't they know who I was.? I was Eadlyn Schreave. I have everything.' Hard to distract the nation from their poverty and/or class-related-stress when the nation is too busy abhorring their future ruler. Turns out, the King and Queen spent so much time raising up their country that they accidentally made a bratty, underdeveloped, whiny little twit to inherit the throne. 'You promised- you promised- you'd never force me into marrying someone.'However, they did not take into account the most important thing to having a successful televised modern-day bridal auction - having a likable main character

They decide to marry off their eldest to whatever hunky commoner isn't creepy and/or a rapist. Since there is a bout of civil unrest, King Maxon and Queen America decide to hunker down, deal with the current socioeconomic issues and really revitalize their country from the ground up. Twenty years down the line, their eldest (Eadlyn) is eighteen and of marrying age. Their story is a happily-ever-after-hippie-yippie-lovefest.or is it?

Prince Maxon took three long (lonnnnng) books to pick America to be his bride. Ok - to catch everyone up, America Singer lives in a country where the next queen is chosen ala The Bachelor. 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.

Neal asher polity