Shatter Me (Shatter Me, #1)

by Tahereh Mafi

Adam pulls back just a tiny bit. Kisses my bottom lip. Bites it for just a second. His skin feels 100 degrees hotter than it was a moment ago. His lips are pressed against my neck and my hands are on a journey down his upper body and I’m wondering why there are so many freight trains in my heart, why his chest is a broken harmonica. I’m tracing the bird caught forever in flight on his skin and I realize for the first time that he’s given me wings of my own. He’s helped me fly away and now I’m stuck in centripetal motion, soaring right into the center of everything. I bring his lips back up to mine.

this encapsulates the horrendous writing. the metaphors. the staccato sentences. the run-on sentences. it makes me actually physically cringe reading this.