“All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.”
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. 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.
Shatter Me is fun to read in a predictable white dystopian romance sort of way. If you pick this up, just know what you are getting. This is a whole lot of Divergent. The world as we know it is gone, there’s a whole new power in control, and everyone is eating reconstituted soy.
The pace is really fast, so the book is hard to put down. The narrative starts as Juliette’s journal, so there’s a lot of
crossed out sections and “purple prose.” Take it or leave it. I think it added to her stream of consciousness, but a lot of people don’t care for that type of writing. I think it works in this instance.
However, there are a few problems I did have.
- In the beginning of the book, and in the summary, Juliette says she’s not been touched for 264 days. Then later, it becomes 3 years. The timeline doesn’t match up, and I can’t figure out where the jump from less than a year to 3 years comes from.
- I find the whole “We never spoke but I’ve been searching for you always” and “You’re the only one who ever cared” childhood drama to be a little creepy stalkerish. It is a bit extreme, even for two troubled kids. I get this is a dystopian romance, but come on.
- I think my biggest disappointment, though, was that this was just another dystopia with white leads. (I wrote that sentence 5 different times.) I’ve been trying to read more diverse books, and to kick off #ReadWomen, I really wanted to choose something with a POC author. Then I got into the story and all Juliette talks about is how blue Adam’s eyes are. Now, I’m not saying POC authors can’t write white characters…and white authors can’t write diverse characters (with lots and lots of research, please), but we need more diverse leads, so I think the story fell short by making them just like every other similar couple.
Even with those three faults, Shatter Me was captivating enough to read the rest of the series. What can I say? As overdone as they are, I’m still a sucker for dystopian romance.