Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Book on Trial #8: Shatter Me
I’m not gonna bother spoilering this book or summarizing plot, because I could probably do that in two sentences. :S
Title: Impress Me Shatter Me
Author: Tahereh Mafi
Genre: Teen, love, dystopian, supernatural, weird, odd prose, torture, captivity, power, rebellion, environmental damage.
Recommended For: Teens?
Rating: 
Sentence: I sentence Tahereh Mafi to an inability to escape run-on sentences, because it is totally hilarious because of how her main protagonist in her book “Shatter Me” never has a single run on sentence; because she talks in short and to-the-point terms, unlike in this “sentence”.
Review: This book kept me on edge. On the edge of a blade slicing, cutting, tearing
tearing
tearing
through the thrill and suspense. Impatience took a back seat and I let Mafi’s words drive me to the shattering end of the beginning.
This book is great. This book is tolerable. Despite Juliette’s odd prose and short, verb-ful sentences, it really does lack in plot. That isn’t to say I was not entertained, because I was. Besides, Juliette makes everything feel so much more intense than it actually is.
Like this:
My eyes snap to the page. I catch myself repeating the same line. This is no good. It’s a waste. Wasting away seconds. Minutes. The tick tick tocking echoes in my mind. Where was I?
^lol, that is me trying to figure out where I was in the book.
It’s almost a very crude type of language Mafi uses to keep you attentive. I swear I was reading like this O____O the entire time.
In any case, overlooking the excessive metaphors; verbs; and lack of anything actually essential to the plot of this series (other than intros, love interest, and *spoiler* escape), it was fun and short!
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Excelsior, fellow book lovers!
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