None of them felt right.
Where do I begin? Do I start with looking back at The Selection, a book I picked up in September 2012 when I was in London on holidays? Or do I start with how this last book, The Crown, was the most amazing of all for me? How I had to swallow away my tears during the last chapters, or how maybe I just didn’t hold them back anymore?
I remember how intrigued I was when I picked up The Selection, and how I simply had to know what would happen to America, and who Maxon would choose. As much as I loved their story, I have to admit I adore Eadlyn’s story even more. From the selfish girl she is at the start of The Heir, to the wise, young woman she’s grown into by the end of The Crown. I might have hated her a little when her story started (which was part of why I loved her so much!) but her character development is just perfect. The little moments she realises things aren’t okay this way. The things she does that go wrong. Eadlyn is just perfectly flawed, as many of us are—and she learns to pause for a moment, look at herself, and starts making changes. I loved how she slowly starts to see, and accept, her responsibilities and learns to make the right decisions—even if that means putting the country and her people ahead of herself.
From the moment I finished The Heir, I knew who I wanted her to end up with. And oh my gosh, I am so happy that happened! I absolutely adore them together. All the candidates left in The Crown, especially the Elite, felt like real characters for me. I liked reading their different stories, the different characteristics they had that balanced Eadlyn’s.
But most of all, I loved this ending. To me, The Crown, is the perfect romance book that should be turned into a movie. I’ll read this book over and over again, just like I would watch a movie with this feel again and again.
This series will forever be one of my guilty pleasures.