On her way to rescue the imprisoned Smokies, Tally reconsiders which social group she belongs to and what this categorization means to her. But at least she had a purpose.' The Narrator, page 352 Hardly a pretty, but she didn't feel like an ugly, either. 'What was she now? No longer a spy, and she couldn't call herself a Smokie anymore. No aspect of her life is beyond the city's exploitation and control. In this passage, Tally reveals how she feels about the city's repurposing of the Rusty Ruins as a symbol of the dangers of too much personal freedom. Everything turned into a bribe, a warning, or a lesson.' The Narrator, page 351 ''They sprayed it with something to keep it up for school trips.' And that was her city in a nutshell, Tally realized. Here, she feels the relief of unburdening herself of a dangerous temptation with the locket incinerated, she is finally free to be an authentic member of the Smoke.

Cable into the fire, believing any chance of invasion by the Specials to be destroyed alongside the necklace. In the lead-up to this passage, Tally throws the locket given to her by Dr. She finally belonged here.' The Narrator, page 283 Cable would never come here now, and no one could ever take her away from David or the Smoke, or do to Tally's brain whatever the operation did to pretties'. Their beauty belies the danger they pose to their environment, much like the pretties' uniform beauty suffocates physical diversity. This quotation describes the white tiger orchids that have spread wildly throughout the landscape, due to genetic engineering that proved too effective. 'The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.' The Narrator, page 182 It indicates that the surgery renders people objectively beautiful, and insinuates that this beauty is a benefit to a person's survival human beings subconsciously want to help those they find attractive, so getting the surgery provides an evolutionary advantage. This is the first description in the novel of what pretties look like. Somewhere in the backs of their minds, people were always looking for these markers.' The Narrator, page 16 Big eyes and full lips like a kid's smooth clear skin symmetrical features and a thousand other little clues. 'There was a certain kind of beauty, a prettiness that everyone could see.

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