I cannot let the broken girl inside of me inhale all that I’ve become. I cannot revert back to another version of myself. I will not shatter, not again, in the wake of an emotional earthquake.
– Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me
There’s something about Tahereh Mafi’s prose that lets me overlook a lot of problems with this series. It’s why I picked up Restore Me. Why I found myself drawn into Juliette’s world, despite my low opinion of Shatter Me:
Stunningly beautiful metaphors used to describe Juliette’s inner turmoil and surrounding landscape was not enough to save Shatter Me from a powerless heroine, a nonexistent plot and weak world-building.
Or my possibly lower opinion of Unravel Me:
And then I realized it wasn’t Unravel Me per se that I disliked, but it’s heroine; it’s pathetically whiney, dependent and frail heroine.
Well, the prose and the gorgeous covers! So glad they ditched the girl in a dress motif that was popular in 2012! Anyways, back to Restore Me.
I don’t really want to talk about Restore Me though. Long story short, it was ok. The steamy scenes between Juliette and Warner were fire, literally. A couple of the twists also had me eager for more. Overall though, the plot was wonky and Juliette seemed to regress, with echoes of her earlier insecurities threatening to overcome her at every turn.
So what do I want to talk about?