Watch Me (Shatter Me: The New Republic #1)

by Tahereh Mafi

“Never misses a thing, this one. I’ve always hated that about you.”

Adam is going to be pissed. Warner is going to be super pissed. Juliette might already be crying. If I survive this, Kenji will probably kill me himself.

Instead, they’ve assigned me an elf who needs to stand on tiptoe to reach my neck. It feels like I’m being assaulted by a flower.

Doll Hands is a serial killer. My pants were getting tight over a serial killer. Kenji is going to love this.

Her voice is silky smooth—the voice of a sociopath or a siren—and

When she ignores him for the second time, I start to feel bad for the guy hoping to cut the organs out of my corpse. I sit up and turn to face him. “For what it’s worth, Jeff, I fucking love lasagna.” Jeff screams.

“My bad. Did I break your ribs?” “Drop dead,” she bites out. “You first.”

“Go to hell.” “Did one of those broken ribs puncture a lung?” I ask, really smiling now. “Can you feel yourself dying?”

They’re aiming weapons in my direction I’ve never even seen. Huge, heavy, scary, neon shit. They look awesome. I want one.

he single-handedly slaughtered a dozen soldiers. He was unarmed.

The inmate winks at me. “Looks like we’re finally alone, beautiful.” I fire again.

Fuck this shit. Fuck this place.

“One day that overzealous optimism is going to get you into trouble. You think I’m being hard on you. I am. It’s because I don’t want you to die, you idiot.” I smile at the memory. That’s as close as he ever comes to saying I love you, little brother.

You’re recording me right now, aren’t you, you little trash panda? And I’m not going to tell you shitheads exactly what I have planned.”

What would Aaron Warner Anderson do? Because that’s the question I’m about to answer. And he taught me everything I know.”

The profitable illusion of free will.

The ultimate goal of synthetic intelligence, then, is the obliteration of organic intelligence. The eradication of resistance.

slit this man’s throat. I literally killed him, and now he’s asking me if I’m okay. I think there might be something wrong with him.

You should absolutely pretend to best friend the girl who (a) murdered you, and (b) threw up all over you. The results will be adorable.”

Hell, make it the title of your memoir: Being Human Makes You Weak, by Aaron Warner Anderson.”

After so many years being dead inside, James makes me feel alive.

These are weird thoughts to be having about a serial killer.

“Like, just paying attention. I pay attention to you.” She turns pink. Almost all of her turns pink. It’s fucking adorable. I want to die.

“I’ve been fooling people all my life. You’re the only one paying attention.”