Shatter Me

I won't rate this since I didnt make it past the second fucking chapter.

Are we fucking serious here? Do not open this book expecting anything to make sense. Did the strike through sentences irritate the shit out of anyone else??

I always wonder about raindrops.
I wonder about how they're always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end.

Summer is like a slow-cooker bringing everything in the world to a boil one degree at a time. It promises a million happy adjectives only to pour stench and sewage into your nose for dinner.