Brace yourselves, readers. You're entering a blog with belligerent rants/reviews, chaotic writings, incompetent; pointless fangirling... and, oh yeah, GIFS. Fuckloads of them... did I also mention some swearing? I'm an eighteen-year-old girl majoring in Theatre Arts. I may not be an excellent writer, but gosh, I love doing it.
I don't know how to write a review for this, I don't.
"My lungs won't expand. My breaths keep coming in short gasps. My chest feels too tight and my throat is closing up and I'm trying to shout and I can't, I can't stop wheezing, thrashing my arms and trying desperately to breathe but the effort is futile. No one can hear me. No one will ever know that I'm dying, that there's a whole in my chest filling with blood and pain and such unbearable agony and there's so much of it, so much blood, hot and pooling around me and I can't, I can't, I can't breathe --"
Just know Juliette has grown so much and really became a bad ass female heroine for YA literature. I look up to her and her dedication. She really proved herself here. In Shatter Me and Unravel Me she was weak and extremely annoying; I told myself she has a lot to make up for to make me love her... boy, she did just that.
"My head is spinning, thoughts knocking into one another, but I swallow back the tears. I clench my fists and try not to scream and I tuck my friends into my heart and
has never looked so sweet."
Juliette wants to kill Anderson. She will fight back. "Fear will learn to fear her."
Juliette, I commend you.
She finally chooses, too.
Ignite me is beautifully chaotic
"Tears are fresh and falling fast now, traveling quietly down my cheeks and into my open, gasping mouth. My shoulders won't stop shaking and my fists keep clenching and my body is cramping and my knees are knocking and old habits are crawling out of my skin and I'm counting cracks and colors and sounds and shudders and rocking back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and I have to let him go I have to I have to
I close my eyes
Harsh, hard, rasping breaths."
God help me, I should be annoyed with Tahereh's writing, it shouldn't make any sense to me. I should be questioning her, but I can't because I love it to bits and pieces. And I understand it all. I shouldn't, but I do. I respect that it's something entirely new and different to YA literature. We receive the same stories over and over again (many times it's a rip off of another story); these novels, however, are books that will linger.
"Words are like seeds, planted into our hearts at a tender age.
They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our soul. The good words planet well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we're feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we're feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time."
“Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures.
No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.”
They say actions speak louder than words, but sometimes words cut deeper and plant themselves and stay. It really can have either a positive or negative effect. Words hurt. The truth hurts. I remember a biblical verse that stated, "life and death are in the power of the tongue." That's why we say think before you speak.
Anyway, Omega Point has been bombed.
Everything and everyone Juliette has known is dead and gone (view spoiler). Warner saved her and Ignite Me picks up right where Unravel Me left off.
" 'I have no one to impress,' he says. 'No one who cares about what happens to me. I'm not in the business of making friends, love. My job is to lead an army, and it's the only thing I'm good at. No one,' he says, 'would be proud of the things I've accomplished. My mother doesn't even know me anymore. My father thinks I'm weak and pathetic. My soldiers want me dead. The world is going to hell.' "
We will understand who Warner really is -- understand why he is the way he is.
I've always been "Team Warner", but after this? I'm in love with a fictional character, y'all. Out of the many novels I read with swoon worthy males, Warner is my favourite.
I have so many pages marked down with quotes I loved, but it's going to take a while and I'm feeling a little bit lazy. So I'm going to leave off with this:
Even though Ignite Me is predominately a romance (it really is), and the war happened all too fast, this is still my favourite book out of the trilogy. It hurts so much it's finished. Tahereh wrapped this up nicely; however, I want to know more. I want to know what's going to happen. Damn you, Tahereh, you can't just leave us like this with that last page. You can't! I'm looking forward to more of her books. I wonder what she has in store.
"It is my very great hope that you will find this a worthy final installment." -- Tahereh
It was. It really was.