Kiera Cass
The Selection is Kiera Cass's most notable work, a piece of speculative fiction that stands at the center of her career as a novelist.
Cass was born on May 19, 1981, in Myrtle Beach. She attended Socastee High School before continuing her education at Coastal Carolina University and then Radford University. Those years of study preceded her development as a writer working across several overlapping categories: young adult fiction, children's literature, and science fiction, all of which fall within the broader territory of speculative fiction that defines her output. She writes in English and holds United States citizenship.
Her work across these genres reflects the range suggested by her occupational identity — novelist, writer, young adult author, children's writer, and science fiction writer. The Selection sits at the intersection of several of these designations, functioning as the work through which her name is most consistently recognized. Speculative fiction, as a genre, gave her a framework within which to operate, and it is within that framework that The Selection took shape.
As a United States author writing in English, Cass built her public presence on the foundation that The Selection provided. The novel remains the most prominently cited title in her body of work and the concrete anchor of her standing as a speculative fiction writer.
Quotes by Kiera Cass
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People will throw food at me, people will throw words at me, and I have to be stronger than that if I’m going to survive.
Y a veces la gente no sabe si interpretar el silencio como confianza en ti misma o como miedo. Te miran todo el rato como si fueras un bicho raro, a ver si al final consiguen que te sientas como tal.
I kept waiting for something to happen, which isn’t how life works. In closed environments, everything just repeats.
Forgive what? Our stupid little fight? It’s already forgotten. Your feelings being a little slower than mine? I’m prepared to wait. I don’t think there’s anything you could do that I couldn’t forgive.
Lord knows what would happen to the country with you at the helm.” I laughed along because he was right. “I’d probably ruin it.” Maxon continued to smile when he spoke. “But maybe it needs ruining.
You think you walk, Lucy? I think you fly. You see yourself in a uniform? I see you in a cape. You’re a hero, of the quietest but most genuine nature.
This is a dandelion, ” I told him. He shrugged. “I know. Some see a weed; some see a flower. Perspective.
I don’t think the lady should go. As if he’s won the argument, Maxon looked at me with a face that said, See!
See, it’s just a matter of looking at the lines and doing the math.” “Ugh, more math. I do enough of that as it is.” He laughed. “But this is fun math.” “Fun math is an oxymoron.” Kile.