Julia Jaynes has the perfect life. The perfect family. The perfect destiny. The daughter of a billionaire investor in Austin, Texas, it looks like Julia has it all. But there's something rotten beneath the surface‒dangerous secrets her father is keeping; abilities she was never meant to have; and an elite society of highly evolved people who care nothing for the rest of humanity. So when Julia accidentally jeopardizes the delicate anonymity of her people, she's banished to the one place meant to make her feel inferior: public high school.
Julia's goal is to lay low and blend in. Then she meets him‒John Ford. He’s popular, quiet, intense, and strangely compelling. Then Julia discovers she can read his mind and her world expands. Their forbidden love is powerful enough to break the conditioning that has kept Julia in the cold grip of her manipulative father. For the first time, Julia develops a sense of self and questions her restrictive upbringing and her family prejudices. She must decide how she will define herself—and whom she will betray.
“. . . a mighty twist at the end to look forward to.” –Kirkus Reviews
“. . . the perfect combination between sci-fi and YA literature.” – A reviewer at NetGalley
“. . . unique, fast-paced, intriguing and interesting.” –A reviewer at NetGalley
“I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoyed the Twilight series and paranormal romance.” –A reviewer at NetGalley
“Brilliant plot.” –A reviewer at NetGalley
About the Author
Marit’s debut YA novel is Select, and she worked on the first draft of the book over the course of eighteen months during Amanda Eyre Ward’s class ‘Write a Novel in a Year.’ As of now, there will be two books in The Select series. The series continues with Select Few.
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By Marit Weisenberg
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That startled me. I turned my head, tucking my hair behind my ear so I could see Angus come to stand beside me.
"Hey." He stopped and focused on the wall-length curved panel. The light of the TV sliced into the dimly lit room, rudely cutting through the Zen-like atmosphere. I thought my family would just flash across the screen, but the camera held on them.
"Novak Jaynes and his wife, Dr. Victoria Jaynes, major donors to the new University of Texas Medical School, are here with their daughter." You could tell the commentator was unsure of what he was allowed to say, and that he wished the camera would move on. Due to a well-publicized Securities and Exchange Commission investigation, this year there would be no hailing "the Oracle of Austin" — my dad, the investor with preternatural abilities.
Angus was temporarily still while he watched Novak, Victoria, and my sister in their suite at the football stadium. I was impressed with Liv. I knew the toll this must be taking on her, trying to keep the public from penetrating the imaginary wall of glass Novak had taught us all to erect. No one in my family looked overwhelmed by the sensory overload of the football game or by the fact that people — now a cameraman — were studying them. It was impossible not to stare. Even for me. They were a perfectly matched, elegant family, with their sun-streaked brown hair and beautiful, fine features, although now my sister was taking it to a different level. It was like they'd externalized being members of the One Percent.
Angus paused to look again — at my almost-grown-up sister, I knew — a second longer than I would have liked before getting back to business.
"Come on. They're waiting for us," he said.
To my surprise Angus ran his hand down my tattooed arm before catching my wrist, then my hand, and pulling me out of the room. We interlaced fingers. He didn't ask why I wasn't at the game. He knew. Everyone knew I wasn't invited. But Angus was maybe the only person who actually seemed more interested in me than in them.
A voice in my head whispered that maybe he only wanted me for what he thought I could teach him.
"You suddenly interested in UT football?" Angus joked lightly.
I laughed and said, "Very interested in football."
But I was embarrassed I'd been caught watching.
We walked hand in hand through Paul's parents' many living rooms. Through the windows we could see some of our group wrestling on the grass in the side yard. When we stepped outside, Angus immediately dropped my hand.
I didn't understand why it hadn't happened between us yet. Every night this summer I thought he would make the first move. Maybe he was waiting for me to take the first step, but I wanted it to come from him. He got everything he wanted, and I didn't want to fall in his lap too.
The moment I stepped outdoors, I felt as if I were enveloped in a swamp. Not everything could be controlled, I guess. But the landscape was lush. Only money could tame a garden like this into submission in the August heat of Texas. The harshness of the black gravel contrasted with the softness of the flowers, the symmetry of the stone pathways, and the soothing paleness of the white-brick monolith behind me.
The boys were unusually sweaty. T-shirts clung to shoulder blades, and I could see beads of perspiration on those necks not covered with light brown hair. They looked uniform with their honey coloring. I was always aware of how I stood out.
Angus and I came to stand near the boys, waiting patiently for them to finish playing. Next to me, Angus removed his hand from the back of his neck, revealing one tattoo. His arms were covered with ink as well — designs of black bands around them, as if he were in mourning. I wasn't sure if it was in honor of our ancestors or if it was a statement about his current situation. I could tell he felt me appraising him, and I quickly looked away.
We watched the dog pile. The boys looked like they were going to kill each other tonight. Their cuts and bruises would be unusually bad, but at least they would disappear quickly.
I noticed Paul standing off the path and directly on top of some landscaping, size-thirteen boots crushing flowering ground cover — a minor fuck-you to his parents. He lit a cigarette and, through that first cloud of smoke, squinted up at us as we joined the all-male group. Instantly Paul's body language changed, now less the punk and ready to defer to Angus. And when they realized Angus was there, none of the boys resisted the instinct to turn their bodies to face him, in an act of deference and respect — the same as we all did when my father was in the room. I wasn't sure if Angus was aware of it, but when it was just the two of us he in turn angled his body toward me.
Sebastian had been blocking my view of Ellis, and when he shifted I saw what was going on. A knife was plunged into Ellis's right hand — a steak knife with a curved silver blade protruding from his golden flesh. There wasn't the least sign of blood. The boys stopped wrestling all at once and gathered around, watching and taunting, voices too loud for the serene setting on the water. Driving it deeper, Ellis maintained his impassive face, and the group, fiercely competitive with one another, attempted to look unimpressed. Ellis was getting good.
All at once he crashed, turning white as the blood drained from his face. Angus broke through the group, grasped the handle, and in a smooth, confident maneuver removed the knife. I saw the deep wound between the knuckles begin to seep just a bare amount of dark-red, almost-black, blood. Well done, I thought. Ellis had almost controlled his response to the pain. Now he seemed to be recovering. He hid his compromised hand behind his back, wanting to protect it from the critical eye of the group.
"I should go," I said, always aware I was the only girl.
"She didn't like the trick," Cyrus said, laughing.
Despite that I'd grown up with these seven boys and that no one in this group would ever think of doing anything to hurt me, I felt vaguely uneasy when I looked around. Over the past year they had transformed their appearance like I had. They were deeply attractive, but they appeared hardened now with their abundance of tattoos and scars. And they were in fact hardened after a year of living with their wings clipped.
I reminded myself it didn't matter that I was the only female. It had just been me for the past year. I couldn't help thinking that if any other girls had been included in our particular group, things wouldn't be as out of control. There was too much testosterone. Every night the boys wanted to play in secret, practicing skills we didn't understand and weren't supposed to explore — thanks to me and my moment of weakness telling Angus what had happened last spring.
I had explicitly disobeyed Novak when I shared my secret, wanting to impress Angus. Novak had warned me not to say anything after I'd gathered my courage and told him about the odd experience I'd had on a ski trip to Park City, Utah.
It had started with a stupid mistake. I'd locked myself out on my bedroom balcony when I went to smoke a cigarette in the middle of the night. For hours I'd been trapped in the well-below-freezing temperature in shorts and a T-shirt, kicking myself because the cigarette wasn't even worth it — it had no short-term or long-term effects on us. It was just something to do. I told my father how, instinctively, I closed my eyes and focused inward, visualizing the color blue turning to warm red, and I must have raised my core temperature, because I didn't feel cold while I was stranded out there. Then I showed Novak how, if I concentrated my energies on an object, I could move it or even break it — like a door lock, which is how I got back into the ski house after I eventually grew bored waiting for someone to come rescue me.
I was surprised how fast he shut me down. "Those are only tricks. We're capable, but we don't practice them because they aren't worth the exposure. Don't tell anyone what happened, and don't do them again. Understood?"
Immediately I felt like an idiot because I actually thought I'd done something extraordinary. Apparently it was nothing. I had irrationally hoped it would be enough to get me moved to the other set of teenagers in our group. In keeping with tradition, those sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds were finally getting answers about themselves and all the inexplicable things we could do. Those of us who remained, myself and the other teenagers in my group were the first of our kind ever to be kept in the dark. I thought of us as the Lost Kids.
Paul suddenly began to back away from the group, walking toward the driveway. We understood. We could all sense there were suddenly more of us in the vicinity. His parents were almost home. Moments later we could hear their car driving toward us, just a few blocks away now.
"Come on." Angus breezed past his friends, walking toward his brand-new and badly dented black BMW without giving them a glance. He knew they would follow.
"Where to?" Rob unfolded his long body from a steel bench and stretched, showing off defined abs.
"Julia!" Angus pulled my attention away from Rob. I could tell Angus noticed I was noticing, and he didn't like it. I smiled to myself, feeling more optimistic about tonight. I walked down the path to join him and arched an eyebrow. Whatever trepidation I was feeling inside, I had almost complete confidence I was masking it. Even if I was the bastard child and a Lost Kid, I was Julia Jaynes, Novak's daughter. And I owned it. Because if I didn't, I'd have no place in the world.
"Where do you want to go tonight?" Angus looked in my eyes and, briefly, we shared a moment. I knew he was wondering if I would play along tonight and that he was willing to try to charm me into it. I didn't totally trust Angus, not after he broke his promise to me at the beginning of summer and showed these boys what I'd taught him how to do. They had taken the idea that they could assert their minds over their bodies and quickly gone to extremes. I understood: it felt good. It was a way to channel that pent-up feeling that physically hurt. But I couldn't show them anything else or Novak would kill me and he might punish the boys.
The ultimate threat of being left behind was almost enough to dissuade us from breaking the rules. Almost. More often the residual anger at being demoted and segregated from our other friends just empowered us to rebel.
Still, for tonight I could go along for the ride and enjoy as Angus continued to try to make it up to me for telling my secret.
"The train tracks," I said. I tossed my hair and stood at my full five feet four inches. It was an announcement, not a question. I saw surprise and respect on Angus's face.
"You going to jump trains with us tonight, Julia?" he asked flirtatiously. We all started pairing off and climbing into the collection of luxury sports cars in the circular drive of Paul's parents' contemporary monstrosity. We weren't that far from my house.
"We'll see," I flirted back. I wished I could stop the blush that warmed my face when Angus opened the passenger door for me. I hated it. No one else in the group did that. Everybody seemed to have near-perfect command over their emotions and only showed what they wanted others to read.
Car doors slammed behind me in perfect unison. Angus and I would lead them where I wanted to go. It was a powerful feeling. Train jumping should distract them. It was challenging enough. They might not ask for more.CHAPTER 2
"Julia. Wake up."
I was in such a deep sleep — finally — it took me a moment to surface and realize my sister was standing over me. Her hand was on my shoulder, gently shaking me awake. My eyes snapped into focus, and I quickly sat up.
I was so glad to see her, but then I was scared. "What's wrong? What's going on?" She never came into my room anymore. I knew it was because she was uncomfortable. In keeping with Liv's new status, her mother had had us switch bedrooms this summer — my old bedroom had been the bigger one with the better view. Now it was Liv's. I didn't blame her, though. It hadn't been her decision. She could have it. We wouldn't be here too much longer anyway. I smiled indulgently, having missed spending time with my little sister. It was only a bedroom, I told myself.
"No. Nothing, nothing. It's okay. I didn't mean to scare you. I just came to say hi." Liv perched on the side of my bed, blocking the clock, dragging a finger along the white blanket. The blackout shades were drawn, but she was fully dressed, giving me the feeling I'd slept in and it was afternoon.
"What time is it?" I sounded like a frog, so I cleared my throat. My mouth felt like an ashtray. Liv remained where she was. It felt like we hadn't been this physically close in months. Reluctantly, it seemed, she stood up and walked to the shades. Disappointed, I realized this interaction would still have the tinge of awkwardness.
"It's ten. Do you mind?"
She stood up and slapped at the panel on the side of the wall. The shades retracted and an expansive view of the Lake Austin appeared, but I had seen it a million times. I took in my sister.
Liv could have been from my dreams. She was so beautiful. Like me, Liv had my dad's blue eyes. But that was the extent of any similarity between us. She had high cheekbones that set off the small, perfect features of her heart-shaped face. Her thick, long hair almost matched her skin tone. Tall and willowy at five ten, she somehow also had curves. I wasn't used to it yet. She had been a late bloomer, and it had happened so fast over the course of this summer, just as she turned sixteen. It felt strange to live with someone your whole life, and then suddenly you needed to adjust to their physical appearance every time you saw them.
"So, what's up?" I felt self-conscious in my tank top, and smelling like cigarettes. And I was sure my hair was a mess. I didn't like being surprised.
"What'd you guys do last night?" Liv asked, then wandered over to where my guitar sat in a corner and picked it up. Help yourself, I thought, mildly annoyed. Liv tuned the already perfectly tuned guitar while pretending she wasn't listening intently for my answer.
"Nothing. The usual," I said.
"What's the usual?" she asked.
"Just hanging around. I don't know. Why?" There was an edge in my voice. Had she heard something? Why was she suddenly so fascinated by what the Lost Kids and I were doing?
"No, I just — you guys make it seem like you're always off having so much fun."
She had to be kidding. She made it sound like we'd turned a negative into a positive. That we weren't dying for the training they were getting, that we weren't just looking for things to do, biding our time.
"Trust me, we aren't." Liv glanced up at my sharp reminder.
"You all seem close, like a secret club."
Maybe the Lost Kids and I tried to pretend we were the cool ones, but Liv couldn't seriously envy a group of rejects forced into humiliatingly typical teenage rebellion.
I tried changing the subject. "Hey, how was your first soccer practice yesterday?"
"Fine," Liv said shortly, clearly not wanting to talk about it. I could tell she was frustrated. Liv was good at soccer, but she wasn't nearly as good as I'd been. I knew that must kill my stepmother. I wondered if being compared with me ever bothered Liv.
Liv wouldn't look at me, I realized. I heard her heart rate accelerate, which was highly unusual for any of us. So now we were getting to the real reason she was here.
"What are you doing today?"
"I'm not sure. Why? What are you doing? Is Dad home?" I suddenly sat up straighter.
"No, I don't know," Liv said quickly. "I was wondering.. .. You're probably going with that group to swim at Barton Springs?"
"What?" I felt like I wasn't getting what she was saying.
"Angus. You know?" That instantly got my attention. I nodded warily. "He texted me about it," she said.
Many things were strange and wrong about this — mostly, why in the world would Angus be texting my little sister? I didn't like that at all. Also, our two groups didn't mix, and we definitely didn't go out in groups to public places. All those outsiders. All that noise. And most of all, the exposure. What was Angus up to? The risk taking was escalating. A nod was all I could manage. "Can you hold on for a second?" The lift of her eyebrows indicated, Of course.
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To be posted: 7/24/17, 10:00 AM, Central Standard Time Post Link: https://thepagewalker.blogspot.com/2017/07/book-review-select-by-marit-weisenberg.html This book basically has that Star-Crossed-Lovers trope. Julia Jaynes was born to a billionaire family with genetically superior genes than common humans. For decades, her kind is hiding in plain sight among the populace. And despite their great fortune and efforts, they are close to extinction. Meanwhile, John Ford is your average senior high school guy struggling to get into college through a scholarship. The book synopsis said it all. Readers don’t have to look very far and grasp that this book has all the trending YA elements: (1) a certain group of people with inhuman abilities, (2) they need to keep their identity a secret, (3) intermingling is a big no, (4) angsty teenagers, (5) stunning beauty, and (6) a love triangle. If you are into all of that, then, this book is for you. However, I am looking for something… more. I was looking for something outstanding in the story that may trump those previous YA books. Something absolutely exciting or shock the senses that will remain with the reader for a long period of time. Now, I am not saying that there is nothing great about this book. The story is really well-paced. I read the whole book for only a few hours without any back tracking. The general plot is very interesting. Julia came from a group of people who experienced genocide. Their number is small and nearing extinction. Now that’s a huge topic to explore, given with all the issues in world today. I was actually hoping the story to explore more of this perspective, rather than the love pursuits of the characters. And speaking of characters, I like them. They need more depth, not just their life grievances. But yes, I do like them. Overall, this is okay. It has plenty of potentials and hopefully Ms. Weisenberg explores them all.
Seventeen-year-old Julia Jaynes is part of a group of highly evolved humans with special abilities. They use their abilities to hide from modern-day America in plain sight, as billionaires living in a big city. But even in her advanced group, Julia has never quite fit in. A horrible mistake forces her father to alienate her from the others by moving her from her private school with the others to a public high school for her senior year. It's terrible, until she discovers that she can read the attractive John Ford's mind. Select was kind of an interesting novel. It focuses on the star-crossed romance between Julia and John. Since Julia is of a different race of humans than John, her controlling father would never let them be together. So she has to hide her relationship with him even while promising to hide all her abilities and do everything right so that she is not banished from her tribe. On top of that, there is a guy from her tribe that she has been crushing on for a long time but who just started dating Julia's sister. In other words, there is a love quadrangle going on even though it is clear that Julia's heart rests with John. It is kind of a typical story, but the abilities and tribe background make it a little more intriguing. Julia and the other advanced humans are supposed to have come from a tribe in South America who, alienated from the rest of the world for centuries, evolved to have better abilities as a group. They can do things like hold their breaths for a long time, manipulate matter and energy, and survive more dangerous things. Kind of cool, but more difficult to hide than you might think. So Julia's father is planning to move them all a secret area where they'll be safe - Julia's romance with John is not only forbidden but on a time limit. I thought I would make note of two things: First, the book description makes it seem like Julia is manipulating John. That's not quite true; she's changing things in his life (like making him win a tennis match he would have lost) but she's not altering his mind or forcing him to do things he doesn't want to. Second, this book is a little more romantically explicit than I am comfortable with. There's also swearing and under-age drinking and smoking, just so you're aware. I enjoyed reading Select, but it was a little dark and more "romantic" than I would wish. I'm not sure I'll be reading the second book even as curious as I am to see what comes next. If you enjoy YA urban fantasy, perhaps you will enjoy this book more than I did. I received a complementary copy of this book. All opinions are my own, and I did not receive compensation for sharing them.
“Select” is one of those books that sounded so good and then failed to live up to the hype, in my opinion. The plot is a very slow burn. It seemed to take forever for something, anything, to happen. On top of that, I just did not care for the characters or the love interests at all. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t good, either. If it sounds interesting to you, give it a try, but I can’t recommend it. This unbiased review is based upon a complimentary copy provided by the publisher.
I really enjoyed the premise of this book and liked how you always sort of questioned the relationship between Julia and John because of Julia's powers. I still want to know more about the group and think another book delving into the history of how they got to where they were or even what happens after they leave Julia behind. I definitely think there is more story to tell there.
For Julia her family is everything. She knows she isn't like other teenagers her age. Her father is the leader of a group of people and her family is perfect, they don't show emotion, they are competent and skilled and they are more advanced than regular humans. However, Julia is also not exactly like her family. She always feels like she isn't good enough. Her half-sister Liv has everything she used to have and more, but for Julia the same rules don't apply. Julia isn't allowed to use the abilities she has. She's being asked to hide who she is and that isn't an easy task. When she messes up trying to protect Liv and this mistake almost outs her family she's being sent to a regular school to repent. John is the guy Julia's banishment to a regular school starts with and he's also a student at her new school. He fascinates her and there seems to be something special between them, Julia can read John's mind and finds out he feels the same way about her as she feels about him. Julia's father is a billionaire, her family is far from normal and they can never find out she's befriended John. All of a sudden she's secretly dating a regular guy with an ordinary family. Julia's only wish used to be to be exactly like her family, but now she starts to question her values and her father's leadership and way of life. Julia can't have the best of both worlds, she'll have to choose between what she's always been taught and the new lessons she keeps learning. What will she do? Select is an intriguing story. It's clear from the start that Julia is different. She adores her half-sister, but while Liv receives everything Julia longs for, Julia has a tougher road ahead of her. Her family doesn't treat her very well and there isn't anyone Julia can confide in. She has to figure out most things on her own and I admired her strength and determination. She's always had a dream for the future, but wishes can change and that's the moment when difficult choices have to be made. Julia's life is filled with secrets, raw power and coldness. I couldn't wait to find out how a little extra kindness would form her, which is a great topic for a story. John is exactly what Julia needs and I was anxious to find out if she would see it that way or if her family's values would go too deep to really notice this. Marit Weisenberg has written a great creative and gripping story. I loved the way she describes Julia's family and the characteristics she gives the members are fascinating. Select is a story about growing up and the battle between doing what's expected and what feels right. I loved this first The Select story and can't wait to read more about Julia and John's beautiful connection and Julia's interesting family members and their plans for the future. Select is a strong beginning of the series and I loved the ending of this first book. I can't wait to read more.
I liked the story about Julia and John and I will definitely read the next book, when it comes out. That said, there were some things slowing down my reading progress. I didn't like Julia's "people". They felt like a cult and reading about them felt a little creepy. Then, it took me some time to get into the story and it felt like a long time before something happened. I recommend this book to every one reading paranormal fantasy novels, not only YA readers. 'cause even if this is shelved as YA it's suitable for all ages. I chose to read this book and all opinions in this review are my own and completely unbiased. Thanks to NetGalley and Charlesbridge!
I decided to try Marit Weisenberg’s The Select on a whim because the cover was just too pretty to pass up. Plus, I’ve been itching for something in the dystopian, alternate world for some time and the premise of a super-evolved race sounded like it definitely fit that bill. With an interesting premise, a different genre from what I’ve been buried in, and a stunning cover, I had high hopes that I’d hit the trifecta of perfection. “After weeks of being a ghost, I recognized myself again. Defiance felt so much better than shame.” Unfortunately, I was left feeling intrigued, but not very satisfied. Even though the story was written in the first person (which I normally adore), I had an incredibly difficult time connecting to any of the characters, but especially the heroine. I expected a strong leader who stood up for what she believed in, and instead I felt like I got someone who second guessed herself for three quarters of the book. Ironically, I connected most to the human, our hero, the most – despite never receiving his voice. By the time Julia started to question her upbringing, it was a little too late for me personally. Furthermore, I often felt like the storyline was going in circles with no real driving force to push the book forward. It wasn’t until I reached about 75% that I felt inclined to keep turning the pages. It was at that point that the action really took hold and unraveled pieces of the mystery that was hinted at in the beginning. However, I still have no real idea what type of “special” Julia and her people are supposed to be, which also left me a bit disappointed. “There was no sign I’d ever been here. There was no real sign we’d ever been together.” Though I did have some issues with this story, I am intrigued to see where Weisenberg will take it in the next book of the series. The writing is great and the plot is intriguing, but I am hoping to see some growth and ability to invest readers into the characters more. Select doesn’t end on a cliffhanger per se, but I have faith that it will leave readers, like me, wishing they could continue on with these characters right away!