The Jewel by Amy Ewing
Well this has been on my to-read list for as long as I can remember (aka from January this year). The blurb sounded so promising, the cover not so much but in the end it was a sham.
The book series was reminiscent of The Selection series by Kiera Cass, a series that makes women look like pansies and just weak in everyone's eyes. The protagonist, Violet (named after her eyes...how original) obviousl doesn't want to be sold and impregnated as the others do blah blah blah. She's just another America Singer, a girl who can do magic and looks absolutely fabulous when her personality is about as limp as a piece of dry lettuce and that is limp. Her very existance annoyed me, especially with the way the book told me what would happen moments before it happened. Like what the hell. Why on earth would someone want to publish a book where you're told that (spoiler) she's going to fall for the companion and then wither. Yup. Just dandy.
If you love your salad limp, your chicken rubbery and just wet books just read this, if not. Put this down and grab yourself a proper book!