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384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 4, 2014
“How long do you think you can live like this? How long can you dance and twirl in pretty dresses knowing that people are starving and dying?”This book was not terrible, but the main character is frilly, the plot itself is fluffy, and the overall attitude of the book feels contrived and insincere.
“I guess I try not to think about it,” I said in a small voice.
“Do you not see that you will be the mistress of this house and of your marriage? That whoever you marry will be eternally grateful to you for your condescension in letting him live in your house? You will join the ranks of the Uprisen, Madeline, and your children will bear the Landry look, not that of your husband’s. I am not condemning you to a life of vassalage, but a life of leadership."Madeleine doesn't see it that way, but she doesn't have much of a choice.
Whatever wall I had been holding against him fell away, but I steeled myself against that smile, against that warm hand, against the flight of fancy on the velvet grass. I refused to be the kind of star-crossed girl who falls in love with the eager knight.David, however, is not quite so pure with his intentions towards her.
But then I found myself smiling back.

“I have heard they are combining his going-away ball with Cara’s debut.” The bitterness in her voice was unmistakable.Not to mention all the afternoon teas. The dinner parties. The balls. All the extravagances of the upper crust.
“Maybe he’s just taken pity on her because her prospects are slimmer since her attack,” Father suggested.
“Oh, I do not think her prospects are dimmed at all,” my great-aunt Lacey said in a chirping voice as she used silver tongs to load more toast on her plate.
The dessert table was crowned with a giant spun sugar swan, sitting serenely in a lake of taro ice cream, kept cold and solid by a hidden nuclear-powered freezer underneath the tablecloth. Waiters circled the room with aperitifs and hors d’oeuvres. A few hours from now, their trays would be loaded with cigars, cigarettes, and sake.Madeleine's involvement in this "resistance," seems forced, and the resistance plot seems completely secondary to the twists within Madeleine's heart.
The rich and the poor temporarily forgot their fight with each other and united to defend themselves....Leaving...an even bigger delineation between classes? WHAT?
The boundaries of race and gender and religion fell away as class became the most important delineator in society.I can't say I completely understand how the fuck this works, mainly because it's the United States. One of the American ideal is the rejection of a rigid class structure, that of nobility, that of lords and ladies and kinds, that's one of the reason why we rejected England's class structure. SO WHY THE FUCK DID WE GO BACK TO IT?!
Strange to think that two or three hundred years ago, people still burned coal and gas for electricity, and that it took something as cataclysmic as the Eastern invasion and the ensuing treaty barring carbon emissions and oil trading to spark the new technology.The hallmark of the upper class is the use of nuclear technology. I don't fucking get it.
Power generation quickly became the delineator of class. Wind power, with its industrial nature, took root among the poor, with homemade turbines decorating every tiny house, factory, and small farm. The middle class favored solar power because it was easy to maintain, reliable, and more discreet than the noisy turbines. The nuclear charge—portable and immensely powerful—became the favorite of the rich, but the raw materials needed to produce it was rare, and by ten or fifteen years after the Last War, the gentry alone could afford to purchase the charges.Forgive me if I'm nitpicky, but what the FUCK is wrong with electricty? It is more or less clean, a hell of a lot cleaner than nuclear energy. It can be generated through STEAM, it can be generated through water turbines. SO WHY THE FUCK DO WE NEED FUCKING NUCLEAR ENERGY.
As the caste in charge of handling the nuclear material that powered our lives, they were both vital to the gentry way of life and an ever-present liability.As the caste in charge of handling the nuclear material that powered our lives, they were both vital to the gentry way of life and an ever-present liability.
Our eyes met across the room, and I shivered, because suddenly not caring about David Dana seemed unimportant---impossible. I wanted to go talk to him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to dance with him in the cloud of smoke and music.Only David has feelings for Cara.
My stomach churned every time he pulled her closer, his hand so low on her waist that his fingertips brushed her bustle. Once, a slender lock of hair fell into her face and he reached to tuck it behind her ear.David flaunts his relationship with Cara in front of Madeleine's face.
David reached up to touch Cara’s face, his hand moving her hair back. His fingers brushed her cheek in a gesture so tender and comforting that everything in me boiled in a furious black vacuum.Only Madeleine can't stop caring about him. She talks big, really big. It's like she almost means it.
He pulled her into his lap, one armed snaked firmly around her waist, and deepened the kiss, closing his eyes completely.
“You’ve treated me like I don’t matter, like I’m perfectly willing to have my feelings trampled on a ballroom floor while you pursue whomever you please. Let me tell you one thing, David Dana, it won’t happen again. I won’t watch you kiss Cara and then saunter back to me with more flirting and more lies. I’m done hoping for something you are clearly too selfish to give.”Only she doesn't.
I want him to go.Meanwhile, there's a handsome stranger. A jovial young man with hair like fire. One who thinks Madeleine deserves more than the life of a pampered princess.
I want him to stay.
I don’t care about him.
I can’t stop thinking about him.
The man turned and looked at me. “In my part of town, women are equals. We don’t put them on pedestals, and we don’t make them do our laundry or wash our dishes. We think of them as partners. Not princesses.”And still another, a handsome young officer with eyes only for Madeleine.
I could feel him looking at me. Was he thinking about marriage? With me? I examined my cards to avoid looking at him. That was impossible. We had only just met.Whomever will Madeleine fucking choose? The asshat who spurns her? The wonderful young man who adores her?

However with the upper class of society there is also the poor and squaller. These people are getting restless and do all the dirty work for the rich. As Avery becomes more aware of her surroundings and the unrest she starts paying more attention to the poor and what their lives cost.
