Ignite Me (Shatter Me, #3)

by Tahereh Mafi

But what you don’t realize is that you’ve always had a roof over your head, and food delivered to you on a regular basis.” His hands are clenching, unclenching. “And that’s more than most people will ever have. You have no idea what it’s really like to live out here—no idea what it’s like to starve and watch your family die in front of you. You have no idea,”

No. I disagree completely with adam. She had fod but at what cost. She wasnt free. She was locked up with nothing. That is worst than being free with no roof over your head.

“what it means to truly suffer. Sometimes I think you live in some fantasy land where everyone survives on optimism—but it doesn’t work that way out here. In this world you’re either alive, about to die, or dead. There’s no romance in it. No illusion. So don’t try to pretend you have any idea what it means to be alive today. Right now. Because you don’t.”

You need to leave. Stop viollently attacking her.

My heart stops. Starts. Stops again. Warner is here.

has it already been four hours?

Alia is the first to speak. “I’ll fight with you,” she says, her soft voice ringing strong and confident in the silence.

Instantly my favorite out of the group.

“Me too,” he says. “As soon as my head stops hurting, but yeah, me too. I’ve got nothing left to lose,” he says with a shrug. “And I’ll kick some ass just to get the girls back, even if we can’t save the rest of the world.” “Same,” Brendan says, nodding at me. “I’m in, too.”

So touching. Its so good to see things finally work out.

“I am not trustworthy,” Warner finally says, looking up to meet Lily’s eyes. “And I have no interest in helping you,” he says. “In fact, I think I was very clear just a moment ago when I said that I was here for Juliette. I did not sign up to help her friends, and I will make zero guarantees for your survival or your safety. So if you’re seeking reassurance,” he says, “I can, and will, offer you none.”

Can we just tone it down a little. You can be all mysterious but dont make them hate you.

“All right.” Ian nods. “That’s cool.” He rubs his forehead. “So what’s the game plan?”

Nvm about my previous comment. Aparently what he said worked.

“This is bullshit!” Adam shouts. He looks around. “How can you all so easily forget yourselves? How can you forget what he’s done—what he did to me—what he did to Kenji?”

Can we not ruin the moment.

I’m not happy about this either—but things get crazy in the aftermath of war. Alliances form in unlikely ways.” He shrugs. “If this is the only way to take Anderson out, maybe we should consider—”

Your a real one Kenji

“STOP!” Adam explodes. “Stop trying to get me to understand a bunch of bullshit! I can’t deal with you anymore.” And then he grabs the jacket sitting on the sofa, hauls the door open, and slams it shut behind him.

Dang. Thats a crazy crash out.

“Please,” Castle says to Alia and Winston—the two standing closest on either side of him—“help me up. I’d like to greet our newest visitor.”

I forgot for a second that he was supporting warner since day one.

“It’s really okay,” James says. “I’ll hang out with Alia and Lily.”

Hes being stronger than his brother.

“So, I’ll come back tomorrow? Thirteen hundred hours.” “Thirteen hundred hours . . . from now?” Warner laughs. Looks up. “One o’clock in the afternoon.” “Okay.”

He is being so cooperative. He really sees her as his partner. Its nice to see things work out.

“Really?” “I’m here for you, kid. That’s what friends are for.”

Awww. Such a good friend.

He points to the door. “Go. Drop dead.”

Whaaaaaaat. Dang. He angry!!!

“I was happier,” Adam says, “when I thought she was dead.” “You don’t mean that. Don’t say things like that, man. Once you say that kind of shit you can’t take it back—” “Oh, I mean it,” Adam says. “I really, really mean it.”

This is wild.

“Fine,” he says. Kenji is staring at him. “Wait—what?” “I will be back tomorrow at fourteen hundred hours to guide you to your new quarters.”

Who is this guy. I thought warner doesnt let anyone tell him what he has to give them. He is changing so much for her.

Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age. They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we’re feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we’re feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time.

I like this metaphor. Usually the authors metaphors are good but this one sticks out as worthy of a comment to me for some reason.