Unravel Me by Tahereh Mafi

Okay so today I'm going to be talking about my favorite parts of Shatter Me's sequel, Unravel Me. 

WARNING SPOILERS FOR SHATTER ME IN THE SYNOPSIS!

Synopsis:
Juliette has escaped to Omega Point. It is a place for people like her—people with gifts—and it is also the headquarters of the rebel resistance.She's finally free from The Reestablishment, free from their plan to use her as a weapon, and free to love Adam. But Juliette will never be free from her lethal touch.Or from Warner, who wants Juliette more than she ever thought possible.

Okay so I had 3 favorite aspects of the book:

1. The super-hero-esque characters.
I love a good superhero tale, Iron man, Spider man, The Avengers, Thor. Name a movie and I've probable seen it. So it's no surprise that I loved the introduction of more characters with 'gifts'. Juliette, the main character of the series has a touch that is fatal. That is her gift which the reader is introduced to in the first book. But in Unravel Me, we get to meet more people and see their abilities. Kenji has the power to become invisible, there is a pair of healing twins and Castle, the leader of Omega Point has a strong ability of telekinesis. (Darn it Castle I've always wanted that ability). From the interesting powers to the intriguing training facilities I loved the part of the book that explored Omega Point and all the 'freaks' that resided there. 

2. The love triangle. Okay before you groan and stop reading, trust me on this. I hate love triangles, I hate the main character's struggles, I hate falling in love with both guys or even worse rooting for one but the other getting chosen. However, Mafi, the author of the books, wrote the scenes with Warner beautifully. The chemistry between Juliette and Warner was tangible, and the beginning of their story together was just as explosive as the story between Adam and Juliette. While I am torn between the two, I actually enjoyed venturing with Juliette into another romantic option. 

3. Characterization. Juliette grows so much in Unravel Me, she turns from this terrified little girl dependent on Adam to protect her into a strong, fearless women. It sounds cliche but it's not. Juliette's back story is heartbreaking, pity floods your thoughts as soon as you are introduced to her. But as the books and the series putters on, you want to see a fire in her, you want to see her grow into her skin. And that is exactly what happens in this book. Juliette finds herself, finds what she wants and what she will sacrifice for the greater good.  Juliette proves this by narrating, "I'm done being nice. I'm done being nervous. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.  Mass chaos is in my future. And I'm leaving my gloves behind." (Mafi 461).

If you have read The Shatter Me Series, tell me what you thought about it. Until next time!
                                                             

If you want to hear more about Unravel Me, there is a book talk above. 

Narrative. Mrs. Phelps/ Clara's POV

I slammed the front door, shimming out of my coat. I plopped down on the beautiful leather couch in my living room. I turned on the family and shut my eyes, thinking back to this afternoon.

Montag rushed into the kitchen, waving a book around as if it were a loaded gun. To me it was and it was going to shoot me down. His voice floated in and out, words entering my ears as music notes, silence on the other side. I couldn't follow the words, the meaning slipped out from my fingers, slick in oil. Flames erupted through the house, shouting and smoke filling the air. I was screaming, choking on the deep breaths I needed for empty words. I was burning, flames licking my clothing, enclosing around me. 

I startled awake. The remnant of the dream already washed away. My brow crinkled, What had I dreamt? I slipped off the couch and opened the fridge. A hand landed on my shoulder and I screamed, thinking it was a fireman about to burn the house down, burn me down for what I saw.

"You are jumpy Clara what's wrong?" My husband's deep voice entered my ears .

Sighing I turned around, "Nothing, I was just thinking that's all."

"Thinking? Honey nobody does that anymore," Mr. Phelps chuckled.

"Yes you are right. How was work?" I asked, daily routine moving my body, "War," I corrected.

He shrugged, an answer itself, he reached over my shoulder and bumped the door shut, the cold ended instantly. I shivered and Peter turned me around. He whispered in my ear, asked if I was okay. I nodded, I was okay wasn't I? The poem couldn't have affected me that much right?

"Let's get you to bed." He concluded and I curled on the bed.
 I pulled the sheets over me. I whined, my forehead burned, sweat beaded on my forehead, my stomach churned. What did Montag's poem mean? Why can't I remember the words, the meaning? Also, why did I want more, I craved more poetry, more words, more books. I shook my head, I was going crazy. I murmured a goodnight to Pete and fell asleep.

I blinked open my eyes, morning light pierced my eyes. I turned over, nudging Pete awake, his bright blue eyes greeted me.

"Breakfast?" I asked, he nodded his approval.

Once again I turned on the wall, familiar dialogue welcomed my ears. I needed to forget Montag, forget the poem, forget Dover Beach and it's hidden meaning. I gasped when a cousin spoke, the words were familiar. Watching the scene unfold, I realized I had seen this family before, I had heard these words before. I heard screaming and it took me a moment to notice it came from me.

"What's wrong?" Pete shouted and I cried into his shoulder, his arms wrapped around me, protective,"You have to tell me, Clara?" Pete pleaded, I stood there shaking in his arms.
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I felt like someone had cleaned my glasses, striking clarity bombarded me from all sides. The lines from Dover Beach repeated my head, lines of poetry flowing as smooth as butter. Tranquility a cover for sadness, for darkness.  How? How long? Our government, how did they condition us? Paranoia lived in my heart, the family was the same every day, I had never noticed before. How could I not have noticed? How could I not have cared? I pushed down panic, after Pete had found me screaming he wanted to drop me off at an asylum. I pretended to be normal, feigned amnesia. I didn't remember the incident, that was all. That was all I could tell him because Pete, Pete was how I used to be.

I needed answers about all this, I needed to converse with Montag. He was wise, he knew all this, he tried to show Mildred, he did show me. All I needed to do was locate him and then I could know, Then I could be better, know better. Today is the day I will think, question, know, and change.