I have a gift
(I am a monster)
I'm more than human
(My touch is lethal)
My touch is power
(I am their weapon)
I will fight back
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.
Why, you may ask?
There are a lot of complaints about the overusage of metaphors in Shatter Me, but I have a much bigger issue with the word repetition. Almost EVERY line in the book goes something like this:
Juliette, oh Juliette. Always whining on and on about how much she doesn't want to see herself in the mirror, how much she hates herself, when obviously, she's really pretty and good to look at, and could've done much more than moping around. Give yourself a good shaking and get a grip, girl! You've been brought out of isolation, now's your chance to do something right about yourself!
- Sci-fi lovers
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