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The Selection

In a world where the royal family selects a new princess each year, America Singer is chosen to compete in a reality show. The competition is fierce, and America must navigate the complexities of her own feelings and the political intrigue of the royal court. more

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Kiera Cass
Kiera Cass

Kiera Cass is an American author known for her young adult novels. Her most famous work is the 'The Selection' series, which tells the story of a fictional beauty contest. Born in 1981, Cass's writing career began with young adult literature. Her first book, 'The Selection,' was published in 2010 and quickly became a bestseller, spawning a series of sequels. Cass's works have gained significant international success and are highly praised for their unique perspective and deep exploration of the emotional lives of teenagers. more

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