Shatter Me

“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.”

Book title

Shatter Me


Tahereh Mafi

Date published


Date started

01-07-2015 & 01-01-2018 & 16-03-2024

Date finished

07-07-2015 & 15-01-2018 & 16-03-2024

Page count





I have a curse
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.

My review

This book I’ve already read before. Twice. Why? Because I loved it. I want to explore this world more and know what it’s all about. It may also be a bit of nostalgia for the early YA days. I love the writing style, and how it evolves throughout the story. Sometimes it all doesn’t make sense, but you find out it is a metaphor for someting and I love how Tahereh uses them. You know whatever Juliette knows and only find out about things when she does, you actually experience it all through her. Even though you can’t touch her, you can live with her. You can be her in a way. The worldbuilding is extensive, but I do love myself a good dystopian so this book ticks off all the marks for me.


“All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.”

“Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.”

“I’m oxygen and he’s dying to breathe.”


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