Brace yourselves, readers. You're entering a blog with belligerent rants/reviews, chaotic writings, incompetent; pointless fangirling... and, oh yeah, GIFS. Fuckloads of them... did I also mention some swearing? I'm an eighteen-year-old girl majoring in Theatre Arts. I may not be an excellent writer, but gosh, I love doing it.
"Downton Abbey meets The Selection in this dystopian tale of love and betrayal."
What a misleading caption. I really hate the fact they're making this out to be like any other dystopian novels -- full of love. Landry Park was so much more than that. Many dystopian novels are not done well, and I'm very cautious to pick these up; however, in here we receive an ubiquitous amount of history about the Landry's and their importance to the new United States. I could not put this down. Apart from the history there are balls, gorgeous descriptions of dresses, romance (not predominately so, mind you), rebellions, amazing world building, and a very dark secret.
This book became a little intense and I clawed through the pages until the late hours of the morning reading this. For a time, Madeline Landry -- the protagonist -- was a nuisance. I really wanted to put this book down because of her; then again, what's a novel without stirring up some kind of frustration from the readers? Madeline wasn't always a pain, she can be quirky and strong-willed. For the most part I liked her; the characters in here are very believable.
I have so much more to say, but I know I'm going to spoil it and I don't want to. I cannot wait to get my hands on the next installment. I recommend this.