This book is ripping my heart into pieces in slow agony since I began it,it is hell bent on breaking any kind of semblance of stony facade I have built like a vise over my emotions since years, 'Dystopic' would really be a kind way to describe this book...because I know it is so close to reality,it is terrifying. Nothing scares me and affects me more than fiction books spelling out reality so ingratiatingly,making me wince and balling my fists to push them in my eyes to get rid of the echoes of the achingly familiar instances I've seen happening in the real world,in MY world , because now reading isn't an escape anymore is it? Now the book has me in its clutches, my brain in its unassailable grip,showing me a future that 'could' be,scaring me out of my wits by showing me these...these possibilities of a torturous existence worse than doom that is on its way like a damn vivace that crescendoes its pace and enjoys the sheer terror in the eyes of its prey like a scourge!
I genuinely don't like to be reminded of reality,I know its shit! Of course I do! Hell that's why I read in the first place! To escape it! But Hera's bones! How this book is plunging me into the dark abyss of the future that awaits us, spilling this...this vile reality onto me like a drab caress.
I don't know what to do with this book.
Its veritably dismal & achingly perfect.
The title is very truly serving its purpose in a very literal sense.It is shattering me.Thank you Tahereh Mafi, for giving me this new high, it has been ingrained in my puny little mortal soul now.
