![]() ![]() We’re all trying to prepare ourselves to take down Warner and his men. Instead I worry about what will happen when if I can’t get this right, if I don’t figure out how to train properly, if I hurt someone on purpose by accident. In 2 weeks I should’ve been happier, healthier, sleeping better, more soundly in this safe space. 2 weeks I’ve been here and in 2 weeks I’ve taken up residence on a bed of eggshells, wondering when something is going to break, when I’ll be the first to break it, wondering when everything is going to fall apart. I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.Ģ weeks have collapsed at the side of the road, abandoned, already forgotten. ![]() We’ve been shattered and reconstructed, told to make an effort every single day to pretend we still function the way we’re supposed to. This planet is a broken bone that didn’t set right, a hundred pieces of crystal glued together. I think about the water we can’t drink and the birds that don’t fly and how human civilization has been reduced to nothing but a series of compounds stretched out over what’s left of our ravaged land. I remember the cracked earth and the scratchy bushes and the used-to-be-greens that are now too close to brown. I remember the pissed-off skies and the sequence of sunsets collapsing beneath the moon. I remember what the world looked like when I left it. And somewhere is in the chaos all around us. We are inevitabilities of the perverse manipulations of our Earth. Our abilities are taken from the universe, from other matter, from other Energies. Matter is never created or destroyed, he said to me, and as our world changed, so did the Energy within it. I’m supposed to harness my Energy, Castle said. Ideas are carried in pockets, thoughts propped up on the tips of every tongue eyes are narrowed in concentration, in careful planning I should want to know about.īut nothing is working and all my parts are broken. If I listen closely I can hear the sounds of brains working and foreheads pinching and fingers tap tapping at chins and lips and furrowed brows. It’s busy here, busy with bodies, busy with halls stuffed full of whispers and shouts, pounding feet and thoughtful footsteps. The air is icy, the mats are orange the lights and switches beep and flicker, electronic and electric, neon bright. My new world is etched in gunmetal, sealed in silver, drowning in the scents of stone and steel. Life around here isn’t what I expected it to be. Now my mind is a traitor because my thoughts crawl out of bed every morning with darting eyes and sweating palms and nervous giggles that sit in my chest, build in my chest, threaten to burst through my chest, and the pressure is tightening and tightening and tightening I made so many promises when I arrived here. Every day I stare at these 4 walls and remind myself I’m not a prisoner I’m not a prisoner I’m not a prisoner but sometimes the old fears streak across my skin and I can’t seem to break free of the claustrophobia clutching at my throat. It’s a million degrees below zero in my blood and I’m buried 50 feet underground in a training room that’s become my second home lately. Maybe it’s snow ing, maybe it’s raining, I don’t know maybe it’s freezing it’s hailing it’s a hurricane slip slipping into a tornado and the earth is quaking apart to make room for our mistakes. Maybe it’s dark and wet today, whistling wind so sharp it stings the skin off the knuckles of grown men. The big ball of yellow might be spilling into the clouds, runny and yolky and blurring into the bluest sky, bright with cold hope and false promises about fond memories, real families, hearty breakfasts, stacks of pancakes drizzled in maple syrup sitting on a plate in a world that doesn’t exist anymore. This series is quickly becoming one of my all time favorites and there's even a Shatter Me series tattoo in the works.For my mother. Every page I turned was more beautiful than the page before. Tahereh Mafi has this way with words that puts even the most legendary of writers to shame. In trying to avoid spoilers, let's say that Unravel Me is by far, hands down, the most beautiful book I have ever read in my entire life - and I've read a lot of books. Okay, not really a spoiler but Tahereh wrote an awesome song about it that you should watch:Īlright, so now we're up to speed. but it's the most beautiful, blissful death - and you want to keep living it over and over and over. ![]() Something's not right with him." or something's really right. I mean, who wouldn't be? Warner is such a dick! Then, you pick up Destroy Me, which is written from Warner's POV and you think "I think I was probably wrong about Warner. You've read Shatter Me and you're totally team Adam right? Right. Read in this order! Fracture Me available for download 12/17/13 and Ignite Me available 2/4/14 If you haven't read Shatter Me, you can find the review HERE. Unravel Me is the 2nd book in the Shatter Me series by Tahereh Mafi. ![]()
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