Shattered: (Michael Bennett 14)

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Now, I'm pretty sure she's confused between love and this new feeling she loves, the feeling that someone touches her and that someone loves her. Despite having a degree in English and Literature, I am usually pretty easygoing about typos and grammar, especially when it comes to self-published stuff. The writing was ok? I guess? I don't know, man. Some metaphors were cool, but others were exaggerated. The pacing was ok for a YA dystopian book, idk, the metaphors were taking away everything logical here. I mean, it wasn't bad to hate it, but I was getting confused sometimes. For me, a Spanish native speaker, the pacing, the writing and the level of English was cool and understandable. Juliette's "power" or "glitch" or whatever the hell it is, is never fully explained in detail. It's skirted around in a mass of overwrought metaphors and complete bullshit. Shribman, David (April 24, 2017). "Review: Shattered by Jonathan Allen and Amie Parnes is an unforgiving look at Hillary Clinton's campaign". The Globe and Mail . Retrieved April 25, 2017.

The villain here is particularly note-worthy. He's not an all-knowing, all-powerful, seemingly unbeatable government baddie that seems to populate a good deal of Koontz's later work but is instead a scorned lover with an implied brain tumor and horrendous childhood. By the story's end I sort of felt bad for the guy.or rather, aaron. i’m not calling him warner, that’s so uncomfortably formal and let’s be real, he’s just a nepo baby and a literal child with an overinflated ego and half of the DSM-5. this is some weird phenomenon that’s started up in book communities, you see it with acotar and tfota too. His eyes are the perfect shade of cobalt, blue like a blossoming bruise, clear and deep and decided. She’s a poor girl after all, she never felt how a person cared about her, I can understand why she’s so sure she’s in love with Adam. For five hours, I read this. It was a school night and I stayed up all night. That's how much this book pulled me.

I'm suddenly desperate to drink in every drop of his being, desperate to savor every moment I've never known before. I suddenly worry that there's an expiration date on this phenomenon. In a favorable review for The New York Times, Michiko Kakutani described Shattered as "compelling". [2] David Shribman, in a review for The Globe and Mail, wrote that the book "...provides a sharp behind-the-news and behind-the-scenes palette of details of a campaign that, in retrospect, seems preordained to fail, and fail miserably." [7] How it inspired me: One of these days, you mark my words, I am going to write a cross-country car-chase thriller. I dig that shit … then there’s the repetition. my brain my brain my brain was just about falling out out out. and of course there’s never any correct grammar because why start now. Then there's the writing itself, which can be broken down into three categories: OMG, WTF, and LOL.Final thoughts: Those were the main things I had an issue with, but there are definitely more. The only thing that made this digestible were the short chapters and pace. Overall, I don't think I can recommend, but so many people love this book, it just wasn't for me. But I will be continuing with the series for the sake of curiosity. Now, their fifth book together – “Shattered” – is out, and having finished it I am ready to share my review. I walk down the hall, the linoleum as cold as the corpses of the women and children they've killed, and my spine conducts enough electricity to power an entire city." This is not a dystopia, it is a romance. This is not a novel, it is a collection of similes and metaphors, most of which do not make sense. I originally gave Shatter Me two stars because that's my sort of kneejerk reaction to books I don't like, but after thinking it over for a while, I can't recall anything positive about it that would justify a rating of more than one star.

I grab my nearly useless pen with the very little ink I’ve learned to ration each day and stare at it. Change my mind. Abandon the effort it takes to write things down. Having a cellmate might be okay. Talking to a real human being might make things easier. I practice using my voice, shaping my lips around the familiar words unfamiliar to my mouth. I practice all day.You are so beautiful,” I say, unable to shed the awe in my voice. I hear it, the childish wonder in my tone, and it embarrasses me more than it should. I know I shouldn’t be ashamed to feel deeply. To be moved. I catch the rose petals as they fall from my cheeks, as they float around the frame of my body, as they cover me in something that feels like the absence of courage."

Kenji spins around. Yanks the gun out of Warner’s hand. “What the hell is wrong with you, man? I thought we were cool.” Read an interview with Danny Dorling for LSE British Politics and Policy published on Monday 16 October. Shattered, Dean Koontz, 1973 (originally published under the pseudonym K.R. Dwyer -- which is just one of several pen names Dean Koontz used in the early days) Dorling gets closer to an effective argument when he suggests that housing precarity “has been allowed to become so bad in the UK because it is in the interests of a small but very powerful minority of people” (82-83). This is an important point, but it needed further development, because in a democracy, tiny minorities, almost by definition, should be easily overruled. Their selfish desires should have almost no chance of becoming law if ordinary people have effective control of governments. So what’s happening, then? This wall, in particular, is not so white as to be offensive, but a sharp enough shade of white to pique my curiosity, which is nothing short of a miracle, really, because I’ve been staring at it for the greater part of an hour. Thirty-seven minutes, to be exact.this is not a flex. you’re not supposed to like him right now? and i don’t see a reason to, he’s actually awful. a piece of shit. and also doesn’t even have a personality to make up for his shitty ass actions. I press my palm to the small pane of glass and feel the cold clasp my hand in a familiar embrace. We are both alone, both existing as the absence of something else. As I said before, this novel is a good deal simpler than his later works. He tells us just enough about the characters to make us care about them, but not much more. This one is all about the story and that's okay -- Shattered would not be nearly as fun if it was mired in needless detail or purple prose. I think this is my fourth or fifth time rereading it? I didn't plan to but my aunt showed interest in reading it and I jokingly offered to read it out loud to her, and she said yes. Thus, I proceeded to read this entire book out loud to her. And it was worth it.