Shannon’s Reviews > Shatter Me > Status Update

I don't know if I can muster the necessary energy to write a proper review, but I know it'll be a doozy if I do. Extreme hyperbole, horrible writing gimmicks, a heroine who doesn't know she's gorgeous and has every male fawning over her, and ripping off the x-men (in more ways than one), ended up drowning an otherwise compelling story. It's a shame, really.

I slip them on and tip up on my toes, luxuriate in the feeling of my new outfit. I feel invincible. I really wish I had a mirror for once in my life. I look from Kenji to Adam to Winston. "What do you think? It is ... okay?"
Kenji makes a strange noise.
Winston looks at his watch.
Adam can't stop smiling.

Nooo, Kenji. If only you could see inside her head, you'd know she's a boner-killer.

"No," he whispers, hot hot hot against my lips. "You look like a superhero."

Someone's just realized he has a fetish. Ugh.

I stop walking, stunned. Horrified. "You think this is a competition? To see which magic trick is more twisted? To see who can inflict the most pain?"
"That's not what I meant—"
"I don't think it's interesting to be able to kill someone by accident. I don't think it's interesting to be afraid to touch a living thing."
"I didn't mean it like that ..."

Settle down, girl. Dial it back a notch.

Adam pulls back just a tiny bit. Kisses my bottom lip. Bites it for just a second. His skin is 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.

Say what now? A broken harmonica? I don't even understand this analogy.

I'm blushing through my bones.

This girl's anatomy sure is screwed up.

"So you're ... corporeal?" I ask.
"Look at you, using big fancy words." Kenji crosses his arms.

I could kiss Kenji for this comment. I wish he was the main character.

Two girls with exactly the same green eyes are staring at us. They smile at the same time. Their long brown hair is thick and stick-straight in high ponytails on their heads. They're wearing matching silver bodysuits. Gold ballet flats.
"I'm Sonya," the girl on the left says.
"I'm Sara," her sister adds.
"It's so nice to meet you," they say at exactly the same time.

Deranged wonder twins, go!

My jaw is dangling from my shoelace.
I can't catch my breath. I can't find my feet. I can't cough up the impossibility caught in my throat.

I can't believe some of the sentences in this book.

I catch his double meaning. Acknowledge it. "Touché, Mr. Castle."
A pause. "You are French, Ms. Ferrars?"

He thinks she's French just because she said touché? Way to jump to conclusions there. Some of the leaps and thought processes her characters take just do not make any sense.