Book Review: Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi

Shatter Me (Shatter Me, #1)Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I’ve been reading for 4 hours. 23 minutes. 15 seconds.

I am life. I am death. I am love. I am grief. I am broken, then rebuilt. I am changed forever.

I am a sorry excuse for a writer. I am boring. I am weak. I found a story that inspired me. A standard to live up to.

My heart pounds. My breath races, then hitches in my chest. It’s caught on a dream on a hope on a fear. I am large and then small again in a moment.

1 laptop, 2 hands, 3 4 5 novels form 1 hope.

1 desire, 2 readers, 3 4 5 attempts to find voice.

I am lost in worlds that don’t exist. I ignore worlds that do. I love people who will never love me back. I am a reader.


I am isolated. I am neurotic. I am caffeine-addled. I am crippled by procrastination and consumed by feelings of panic. I am self-loathing and soul-crushing inadequacy. I am a writer.

I read this novel. It read my heart. It wrote my soul. I came undone.

(Please note: This review is a very poor attempt at imitating Mafi’s brilliant style, and the commentary on “I am a writer” comes almost directly from Robert De Niro’s 2014 Oscar intro for best screenplay)

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