Unravel Me

0.1 stars. I probably have never rated a book so low in my entire life. Seriously, someone should shove a tampon up Juliette's arse. So much hormones and ovaries it should be illegal. the ENTIRE ENTIRE book was devoid of anything of substance, unless you count Juliette's horniness and excessive wetness as essential. Her wetness was so palpable through the pages that you can basically bottle it up. It goes something like this. Someone grab a mop please! Oh no, I am not cleaning that up. I did not sign up for another [b:Insurgent 11735983 Insurgent (Divergent, #2) Veronica Roth https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1325667729s/11735983.jpg 15524542]. The entirety of the book was Juliette squirming with so so many feelings, it made me sick. AND FOR SOME UNFATHOMABLE REASON, Tahereh thought it would be SO COOL to include a love triangle. Because that's what everyone wants okay? You can even find the faults in the sudden integration of the hoard of new feelings in addition to the ones already flooding the book so much they are spilling out. May a metal triangle hit you in the head, Tahereh. Would you like triangles then? And for some reason, Juliette still remains that coward little girl who barely does anything to defend herself. But lets herself be taken over. Then in the moment of the big battle, she gets captured two minutes inside the battle and dragged out from it so yet again we have no idea what the hell is happening out there. The lack of substantial description is offensive. Just feelings raging on and on and on and on and on, so much you want to throw the fuck out as if you have been deep throating a bit too hard. The book felt exactly like deep throating an old man. I will leave you with that elaborate mental image. And then the book ends, suddenly Juliette finding a sort of revelation like finding the face of Virgin Mary on a piece of toast and decides to fight back despite having a million other triggers earlier on that didn't prompt her to do anything of substance. And since when did falling in love with a psychopath become a trend? Do we now have a thing called the “[b:Fifty Shades of Grey 10818853 Fifty Shades of Grey (Fifty Shades, #1) E.L. James https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1385207843s/10818853.jpg 15732562]” syndrome or something? And then we justify his abuse, his inhumanity, his attempted rape (in book one) like it is something natural? Juliette is so so stupid. She gets treated real seriously by her elders despite possessing so little intelligence. I mean, I am offended on a personal level. For some unfathomable reason, 17 year-olds are now responsible of saving the world. Come on, it is offensive. For some other unfathomable reason, these 17 year-olds get their opinions heard and have their way around everything and suddenly become in a position of leadership and essential to everyone's well-being. I mean, I wouldn't put so much faith in that pile of hormones even if my life depended on it, and I am of the same age. The book was full of clichés. Poorly written. Just a big mass of vaginal lubrication and testosterone (Females do have testosterone for all of you ignorant people out there just like males, but males have it in larger quantities). By the way, someone should teach Tahereh how to write. Suddenly she is becoming like those along the lines of [a:Stephanie Meyer 6563379 Stephanie Meyer https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/nophoto/user/u_50x66-632230dc9882b4352d753eedf9396530.png], [a:Suzanne Collins 153394 Suzanne Collins https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1394819770p2/153394.jpg], [a:Veronica Roth 4039811 Veronica Roth https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1363910238p2/4039811.jpg] who cut out the sentence in its middle and start another sentence with the middle of the first sentence. Something along these lines: (An actual excerpt from Unravel me)(The sentence actually starts like this). And he looks like he's about to respond before he changes his mind. (a dot, I am not kidding) Looks away. (Another one, here we go). Lifts his eyes to the ceiling and smiles, (a comma, I am so thrilled I can practically jump from my seat) just a tiny bit. I wonder how much drama can one pour into one sentence. I seem to think (a lot) that authors revel in the drama that a lone sentence at the end of a chapter cause, just by existing. Chapter 1: He's come to fight. (Yes, a dot again)For me. (oh wow. Stopped mid-sentence now, didn't we?)chapter two: It is hurtling forward heading in an entirely new directing slamming (no commas) face-first into something else and tick tick tick tick tick (I actually counted them to get the number right. I can't live with myself knowing I quoted something wrongly) it's almost (yes, no capitals)(Yes, actual space of two lines and no dots)time for war. (Kill me). Chapter three: The girls are staring at me. Concerned. (YES A DOT NOT A COMMA, THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WOMAN)Sonya is about to speak, but then (yay, a comma happy dance)a switch a click a flicker (no capitals, you guessed it)and the lights are out. (I don't get the want for dramatic effect in here since the lights are always out on a certain time of the day at Omega Point. Excessive dramatization, allow me to call it) P.S.: I just discovered that dramatization is actually a word. Wow o.o (My browser did not underline the word the first time I typed it. Yay for me. Now I have to live in a world that uses words like dramatization. Facepalm).Chapter 73 (Last chapter, thankfully. Was she trying to make the same amount of chapters in each of A song of ice and fire book of the series? A weird thought, isn't it?): this is the point of revelation I spoke about earlier. I am tempted to post the face of Jesus or something on a dog's ass (a picture we all have seen a lot on the internet, don't act all offended now). P.S. I am horrified that my browser has underlined in red the word “internet” but not “dramatization”. I don't want to live on this planet anymore. This time I am a force. A deviation of human nature. I am living, (it should be “a living” by the way. This is not the first - uhmm I will allow myself to call it a typo -I find in this book.) breathing proof that nature is officially screwed, afraid of what it's done, what it's become. And I'm stronger. I'm angrier. I am ready to do something I'll definitely regret and this time I don't care. I'm done being nice (sound like a 9 year-old emo phase). I'm done being nervous. I'm not afraid of anything anymore. Mass chaos is my future. And I'm leaving my gloves behind. All righty. Good for you, Juliette. These stuff were justifiable to a certain extent in book one because they weren't that many, and because I assumed they were the direct thoughts of a girl living in an asylum. Well, I actually liked the writing in book one. It was new. Well, I think this much rant is enough. I might have more in the near future so expect this review to appear a lot on your Goodreads updates. I apologize in advance.