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“It's like there are a million screams caught inside of my chest but I have to keep them all in because what's the point of screaming if you'll never be heard.”

Quote by Tahereh Mafi

Work

Shatter Me

In this dystopian novel, readers follow the journey of a young woman named Juliette, who possesses the extraordinary power to shatter objects simply by thinking about them. Set in a world where society has been shattered by war and oppression, Juliette's life takes a dramatic turn when she meets a young man named Warner. As she navigates the complexities of love, power, and her own identity, Juliette must also confront the oppressive regime that seeks to control her abilities. more

Author

Tahereh Mafi
Tahereh Mafi

Tahereh Mafi is an Iranian-American author born in 1988. Her works are acclaimed for their unique narrative style and profound insight into the psychology of teenagers. Mafi's debut novel, 'The Revenant,' is a coming-of-age story that delves into themes of family, identity, and self-discovery. more

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