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  • Author:  Condie, Ally
  • Author:  Condie, Ally
  • ISBN-10:  014241977X
  • ISBN-10:  014241977X
  • ISBN-13:  9780142419779
  • ISBN-13:  9780142419779
  • Publisher:  Penguin Books
  • Publisher:  Penguin Books
  • Pages:  416
  • Pages:  416
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Feb-2011
  • Pub Date:  01-Feb-2011
  • SKU:  014241977X-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  014241977X-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100010024
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“[A] superb dystopian romance.” –The Wall Street Journal
 
“Strong feminist ideals and impressive writing that’s bound to captivate.” –The Los Angeles Times 

This New York Times bestseller is perfect for fans of 1984Brave New WorldBlack Mirror, and The Handmaid’s Tale.

In the Society, Officials decide. Who you love. Where you work. When you die.
Cassia has always trusted the Society’s choices. And when her best friend appears on the Matching screen, she is certain he’s the one—until she sees another face flash for an instant before the screen fades to black. Now she is faced with impossible choices: between Xander and Ky, between the only life she’s ever known and a path no has dared to follow . . . between perfection and the truth.

Look for the sequel,CROSSED, and the epic series finale,REACHED!Ally Condie is a former high school English teacher who lives with her husband and three sons outside of Salt Lake City, Utah. She loves reading, running, eating, and listening to her husband play guitar.CHAPTER 1
 

Now that I’ve found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night? My wings aren’t white or feathered; they’re green, made of green silk, which shudders in the wind and bends when I move—first in a circle, then in a line, finally in a shape of my own invention. The black behind me doesn’t worry me; neither do the stars ahead.

I smile at myself, at the foolishness of my imagination. People cannot fly, though before the Society, there were myths about those who could. I saw a painting of them once. White wings, blue sky, gold circles above their heads, eyes turned up in surprise as though they couldn’t believe what the artist had paintel³n

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