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“I'll stand next to that fountain and wait until the Official find me. And when she does and asks me what I'm doing, I'll tell her and everyone else that I know: t hey are giving us pieces of a real life instead of the whole thing. And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.”

Quote by Ally Condie

Book:Matched

Work

Matched

In this dystopian novel, a young woman named Cassia lives in a society where everyone's life is meticulously planned by the Society. When she is matched with a man named Ky, she discovers that she has been matched with another man, Xander, who represents a different life path. The story delves into the struggle between societal expectations and personal desires, as Cassia navigates the complexities of her identity and the rigid structure of her world. more

Author

Ally Condie
Ally Condie

Ally Condie is an American novelist born on November 2, 1971. She is known for her young adult literature and science fiction novels, with her most famous work being the 'Matched' trilogy. This series has gained immense popularity for its unique love story and profound exploration of the future society. more

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