Shatter MeHere's me boasting a little bit: I started this and finished it in two hours! Give me a high five!
Author: Tahereh Mafi
Release Date: November 15, 2011
Juliette hasn't touched anyone in exactly 264 days.
The last time she did, it was an accident, but The Reestablishment locked her up for murder. No one knows why Juliette's touch is fatal. As long as she doesn't hurt anyone else, no one really cares. The world is too busy crumbling to pieces to pay attention to a 17-year-old girl. Diseases are destroying the population, food is hard to find, birds don't fly anymore, and the clouds are the wrong color.
The Reestablishment said their way was the only way to fix things, so they threw Juliette in a cell. Now so many people are dead that the survivors are whispering war-- and The Reestablishment has changed its mind. Maybe Juliette is more than a tortured soul stuffed into a poisonous body. Maybe she's exactly what they need right now.
Juliette has to make a choice: Be a weapon. Or be a warrior.
In this electrifying debut, Tahereh Mafi presents a world as riveting as The Hunger Games and a superhero story as thrilling as The X-Men. Full of pulse-pounding romance, intoxicating villainy, and high-stakes choices, Shatter Me is a fresh and original dystopian novel—with a paranormal twist—that will leave readers anxiously awaiting its sequel.
Okay, so I can’t lie. About three quarters of this book was depressing, confusing, or maddening. My jaw even hurts from trying to restrain myself from talking to myself, yelling at the characters, or clenching my jaw to keep myself from tearing up.
In the last stretch, it started to get interesting. *Spoiler* When Kenji turned out to have an ulterior motive with the good guys, and when Juliette turned out to not be the only one with special powers.
It made me happy in the end of the book when Juliette started to accept herself, and her power.
I was also happy that there was at least one person who could touch her, or that she could touch herself.
Confession time: Tahereh Mafi’s style of writing confused me most of the time. It was sort of reminiscent of poetry and novel writing mixed together. It also seemed like it was Juliette’s personal account, somewhat like the journal she carried around with her.
If there is going to be another book, then I will most certainly want to read, even if I am a little confused with the style.