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Product Description “[A] superb dystopian romance.” – The Wall Street Journal “Strong feminist ideals and impressive writing that’s bound to captivate.” – The Los Angeles Times 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! Review “Love triangle + struggle against the powers that be = perfect winter escape.” —MTV.com “ Matched introduces a smart young woman attempting to make sense of her dystopic world, à la The Hunger Games. Ally Condie’s debut features strong feminist ideals and impressive writing that's bound to captivate.” — The Los Angeles Times “[A] superb dystopian romance” — Wall Street Journal “ Matched is the hottest YA title since The Hunger Games.” — Entertainment Weekly “A Must Read” — Girls Life Magazine “Condie’s enthralling and twisty dystopian plot is well served by her intriguing characters and fine writing.” — Publishers Weekly, starred review “A fierce, unforgettable page-turner.” — Kirkus, starred review “The stunning clarity and attention to detail in Condie’s Big Brother–like world is a feat.” — Booklist “Fans of The Giver will devour this book. ” — School Library Journal About the Author Ally Condie is the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling Matched trilogy and co-author of the Darkdeep middle grade series. She is also the author of the novel Summerlost, an Edgar Award Finalist. A former English teacher, Ally lives with her family outside of Salt Lake City, Utah. Ally has an MFA from the Vermont College of Fine Arts, and is the founder and director of the nonprofit WriteOut Foundation. allycondie.com Twitter: @allycondie Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 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 painted them doing, couldn’t believe that their feet didn’t touch the ground. Those stories weren’t true. I know that. But tonight, it’s easy to forget. The air train glides through the starry night so smoothly and my heart pounds so quickly that it feels as though I could soar into the sky at any moment. “What are you smiling about?” Xander wonders as I smooth the folds of my green silk dress down neat. “Everything,” I tell him, and it’s true. I’ve waited so long for this: for my Match Banquet. Where I’ll see, for the first time, the face of the boy who will be my Match. It will be the first time I hear his name. I can’t wait. As quickly as the air train moves, it still isn’t fast enough. It hushes through the night, its sound a background for the low rain of our parents’ voices, the lightning-quick beats of my heart. Perhaps Xander can hear my heart pounding, too, because he asks, “Are you nervous?” In the seat next to him, Xander’s older brother begins to tell my mother the story of his Match Banquet. It won’t be long now until Xander and I have our own stories to tell. “No,” I say. But Xander’s my best friend. He knows me too
