Actually a pickle. Close enough.
Plot: Cassia has always trusted the Society to make the right choices for her: what to read, what to watch, what to believe. So when Xander’s face appears on-screen at her Matching ceremony, Cassia knows with complete certainty that he is her ideal mate… until she sees Ky Markham’s face flash for an instant before the screen fades to black.
The Society tells her it’s a glitch, a rare malfunction, and that she should focus on the happy life she’s destined to lead with Xander. But Cassia can’t stop thinking about Ky, and as they slowly fall in love, Cassia begins to doubt the Society’s infallibility and is faced with an impossible choice: between Xander and Ky, between the only life she’s known and a path that no one else has dared to follow.
Uggghhh. Well, I’ve noticed that there is a significant lack of young adult novels on my blog, especially considering I am now 16 years old and that’s exactly what I should be reading, right? The main reason I don’t is because I take a very cynical approach to YA. General rules of thumb:
- Boring teenage girl
- Girl wants guy who is bad for her
- Friendboy wants her too
- She can’t decide
- She stirs the pot in society since she matters so much
- And then she goes with the bad guy.
And hey guess what? Matched followed the exact same rule of thumb plot. It’s another novel that’s shooting its arrows into the Hunger Games/dystopian kick. Just like there are people biting into the Twilight sparkly vampire thing. Most of the YA fiction nowadays is biting into a kick, and it’s all so poorly written, with the notable exceptions of those who set the trends to begin with. Even then, Twilight was bad, and Hunger Games was okay. Not great, but okay. Although, I don’t remember this happening with Harry Potter, or Percy Jackson. But then again, I was six when I started reading HP, and Percy Jackson is hard to pull off a spinoff without sounding exactly the same.
Okay, back on topic. Matched. I ended up getting this book for my birthday from Watson, and I’m sorry sweetie, but I have to tear into it. Where oh where do I begin? The caption is kind of misleading, since she had no idea the buddy Xander would come on there. She was freaking out anyway. And there was also some random artifacts, like an old compact, that seemed to have hardly any explanation besides it’s cool and belonged to my great grandmother. I don’t know why she chose a compact, it has no use in this universe, it’s just a thing.
There are also several mentions of several girls that just kind of… disappear. They’re unimportant, yet they still get mentioned and become a “What happened to the mouse?” scenario.
And while I was reading, I wanted to smack Cassia because the story should have ended around the eighth chapter. Yeah, you got what you wanted. You’re special. Oops, there was a mistake. No big deal. Go on with your life. That guy’s bad for you, no big deal. Move on. Be happy. NO. STOP. BE HAPPY WITH THE GUY YOU WANTED. STOP CREATING THIS STUPID UNNECESSARY LOVE TRIANGLE.
BUT NO. WE MUST FOLLOW THE COURSE OF STEREOTYPICAL TEENAGERS AND DISOBEY SOCIETY AND REBEL MAN. ROW ROW FIGHT DA POWAH.
Yes, these teenagers are given way too much power in these novels. Like they can honestly make a difference, especially given how stupid my generation is. Shut up, YA novels.
Also, the writing was bad. One thing I hate in novels is “I think I will do…” It doesn’t flow nicely in my head when it comes to teenagers. When I’m talking, or thinking, I use I’ll. I don’t use I will because it doesn’t sound good in my head. I just… ugh, who lets these people write? I need to write an angry letter to some editors. Grrrr.
And weird names are weird. Ky? Cassia? Xander? Really? I’m seeing a significant amount of C names pop up with main characters in these novels.
One star. TO THE SEWERS WITH MOST YOUNG ADULT FICTION.
Coming up next: Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger. I need to go back to reading that won’t make me lose brain cells.