This book has tested me. 
 It has seriously challenged my preconceptions, given me a new understanding about why we love what we love despite our better judgement. 
 I should have hated this book. I should be writing a ragey review condemning everyone who five-starred it. 
 There is so much wrong with this book. I even wrote a massive list when I was only halfway through. 
 The list only grew as the book went on. 
 I should hate the ridiculous lack of credible world-building. 
 But I don't care. 
 I should hate Juliette's weaknesses. 
 I don't care. 
 I should be livid at the amount of sins this book has committed; the same sins I have rage-reviewed the shit out of other books for committing. 
 I genuinely do not care. 
 Juliette is just such a powerful character. Her problems just resonate so strongly in me, the way she's written is just perfect. I love her so much I can forget about everything that's wrong with the rest of the book. That is how much it affects me. 
 I don't understand what's happening, but I have a new understanding for people who five-star completely shit books; the kind of books that make me question their intelligence. 
 I have learned. I have been seriously schooled. 
 When there is but one element of a story that just does it for you, does it so hard you can't actually believe the author has actually captured it so perfectly, nothing else matters. 
 I don't care that the rest of the book is objectively shit. I don't care. I love it. 
 Read my review of Shatter Me