Every now and then a book pops into your life at just the right moment.

I finished “1Q84” for a book club a few weeks ago, and I hated every bit of it. (For a lot of reasons, but this post isn’t about that book.) I thought about picking up an old favorite next to cleanse the palate, so to speak, but I had other business to tend to first. I’d agreed to read Alex George’s “A Good American” for the BlogHer Book Club, and it arrived a few days before I finished “1Q84.” All I knew about it was from the few lines I’d read in the initial email from BlogHer —

“Everything he’d seen had been unimaginably different from the dry, dour streets of home, and to his surprise he was not sorry in the slightest. He was smitten by the beguiling otherness of it all.

And so began my grandfather’s rapturous love affair with America — an affair that would continue until the day he died.”

— but I was hopeful. My brother and I spent a good part of the 2012 holiday season obsessively tracking branches of our family tree on Ancestry.com and musing about what had prompted our ancestors to leave their homes and come to America, so I was primed for a good immigration story.

“A Good American” is just that. The story follows Frederick Meisenheimer — he of the “rapturous love affair with America” — from his “meet-cute” with his wife-to-be in Germany to the legacy their family leaves in small-town Missouri, and it’s written in a clear, straightforward manner befitting of its setting. (Not to say that Missouri doesn’t have its moments, but there’s a reason it’s not called the Showy State.) We lived in Columbia, Mo., for five years, and I have great memories from that time. I’m sure that connection influenced how much I liked the book, but I would’ve enjoyed it even if it had been set elsewhere.

I carried “A Good American” around in my purse, anxious for an opportunity to keep reading. I read it courtside during Pete’s basketball practice. I read it while I waited for the water to boil and while I stirred the macaroni. I stayed up far past my bedtime reading it, and there were tears in my eyes when I finished it.

It’s an enchanting, heartbreaking book, and it was just what I needed. I may not have known it when “A Good American” arrived at my house, but it turns out that I did pick up an old favorite to cleanse the palate after all.

Nichole was compensated for this review via the BlogHer Book Club, but all opinions expressed are solely her own.

It is the future, and we have turned our lives over to the geneticists and the statisticians. In return they have given us our ideal jobs, our ideal mates and even our ideal meals, with each nutrient specially chosen to meet our unique needs. A few generations earlier, they even honed our art — music, paintings, poetry — to an essential few pieces to ensure it wouldn’t be too taxing or distracting.

Our lives in Ally Condie’s “Matched” are programmed and predictable, safe and stolid, and we are content with that. Until one day when, perhaps, a few of us realize that there could be more.

“Matched” is the first book in a trilogy about “The Society” and a young lady named Cassia who lives within its bounds. When we meet her, Cassia is preparing to find out who her “match” is. She’s excited and nervous at the prospect of learning her future husband’s identity, and she’s thrilled to be wearing a pretty dress for the event as opposed to her everyday “plain clothes” provided by The Society. In other words, the 17-year-old girl is a pretty believable character. She’s pleased to learn her intended’s name, but the story really gets rolling a bit later when another boy’s picture briefly shows up in his place. Is it a glitch in the system? Can there be a glitch in the system? And what if this boy truly is a better match than that other boy?

I love dystopian fiction, and I enjoyed Condie’s vision of The Society’s sterilized world, a Utopia-with-a-price setting that owes a pretty big debt to Lois Lowry’s “The Giver.” It’s easy to imagine a world in which we’ve given up our right to choose even the most basic things in exchange for security and a guaranteed livelihood.

Condie also very nicely illustrates the power of art and ideas in “Matched.” I don’t want to delve too deeply into that, lest we get into spoiler territory. But I think it’s safe to say that The Society was right to worry about the power of words.

I didn’t actively dislike “Matched,” but I didn’t love the book either. I didn’t connect very strongly with Cassia or either of her potential beaus, which made it difficult for me to care much about what happened to them. For me, the balance of Action to Love Triangle was skewed a bit too heavily toward romance. If you like a heavy helping of romance with your young-adult dystopia, though, it’s a pretty good bet that you’ll enjoy “Matched.”

Nichole was compensated for this review via the BlogHer Book Club, but all opinions expressed are solely her own.