“I don't know much about anything in this world but
I do know how to read the book written in his eyes.”
You put off reading the sequel to a much-loved book because there's no way it can be as amazing as that first glimpse into a new world and the anticipation of learning new characters. But then you finally read book two; and not only is it just as amazing as its predecessor, but you might... just maybe... love it even more.
Tahereh Mafi’s Unravel Me not only reminds me of all the reasons I loved Shatter Me, but it gives me even more to fall in love with.
Her writing is so unique and incredibly stunning. I’m often moved to tears by her words:
“Loneliness is a strange sort of thing. It creeps up on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you almost can’t breathe. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out from every corner. It’s a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you’re struggling to stand up.”
I still can’t get enough of Juliette’s thoughts and the way she expresses her inner turmoil.
“I can hardly keep myself from shaking. It’s like my skin and bones have been craving contact, warm affection, human interaction for so many years that I don’t know how to pace myself. I’m a starving child trying to stuff my stomach, gorging my senses on the decadence of these moments as if I’ll wake up in the morning and realize I’m still sweeping cinders for my stepmother.”
Juliette’s loyalties may be torn between Adam and Warner, but that is not the case for me. The more I read about Warner, the more irresistible I find him.
“‘I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body.
‘I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know how to convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.’”
Warner may be the one I would choose, but that doesn’t mean that I dislike Adam. I actually like him very much. He’s very sweet, and my heart aches for him over his new development in this book.
“…he swears and he stops and he says God you feel so good. And my heart has flown to the moon without me.”
However, it’s clear who has the upper hand in their confrontations:
“‘You sick piece of shit,’ Adam says to him, his voice low, measured.
‘Such unfortunate language.’ Warner shakes his head. ‘Only those who cannot express themselves intelligently would resort to such crude substitutions in vocabulary.’”
My Kenji crush also continues to grow by leaps and bounds with every hilarious and often smart-assery remark he makes.
“‘No need to wave at the people, princess.
It’s not a coronation ceremony.’”
“‘Please—please get up—and lower your voice—'”
‘Why not?’ I’m pleading now.
‘Because if I lower my voice, I won’t be able to hear myself speak.
And that,’ he says, ‘is my favorite part.’”
Even though Juliette’s story is tragic, my compassion began to run low because I needed her to find her strength and her confidence. She needed to realize that it was time to stop feeling sorry for herself, and I adore the way Kenji addressed the situation:
“‘All you do is sit around and think about your feelings. You’ve got problems. Boo-freaking-hoo,’ he says. ‘Your parents hate you and it’s so hard but you have to wear gloves for the rest of your life because you kill people when you touch them. Who gives a shit?
‘As far as I can tell, you’ve got food in your mouth and clothes on your back and a place to pee in peace whenever you feel like it. Those aren’t problems. That’s called living like a king. And I’d really appreciate it if you’d grow the hell up and stop walking around like the world crapped on your only roll of toilet paper.
‘Stop crying. Stop sitting in the dark counting out all your individual feelings about how sad and lonely you are. Wake up,’ he says. ‘You’re not the only person in this world who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning.’”
We are introduced to Warner’s father in Unravel Me, and can I just say holy terror? This man IS the face of evil. A handsome, distinguished face of evil… but evil, nonetheless. What a brilliant villain Ms. Mafi has given us. I think everyone will love to hate him as much as I do!
I don’t want to say any more about the story for fear of giving anything away, but I truly adored this sequel and will wait with bated breath for the next mind-blowing installment!
“On the darkest days you have to search for a spot of brightness, on the coldest days you have to seek out a spot of warmth; on the bleakest days you have to keep your eyes onward and upward and on the saddest days you have to leave them open to let them cry. To then let them dry. To give them a chance to wash out the pain in order to see fresh and clear once again.”