Shatter Me is difficult to rate for me because one minute I’m remembering it as this amazing thing with sexytimes and interesting characters, and the next I’m remembering it as page upon page of metaphors and similes and hormones. Page one--I was loving Mafi’s writing style, but by the end of the first chapter I was already sick of metaphors. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely feel like metaphors have a strong place in writing, and can transform the most asinine sentence into something worth re-reading, but there are limits. It got to the point that it felt like that’s all I was reading—metaphors and similes. Luckily, this thins out quite a bit as the story progresses.I was a fan of the characters. I loved Juliette’s voice and her growth throughout the story. I liked seeing her open up and begin trusting people who seemed trustworthy. Adam is absolutely swoonworthy (honestly, she had me at ‘tattoos’). This is where I smile and remember this as the amazing thing with sexytimes. Ha.That’s actually my biggest issue with Shatter Me, AND the thing I enjoyed most (how does that work?). The main thing I remember it for is the heated moments between Juliette and Adam, and while that’s all well and good and much appreciated, this is a dystopian, and I expected a little more world-building, a little less lip-locking. I do think there are a lot of things that need to be explained in regards to the plot, and I hope the sequel accomplishes this. While I wasn't quite as blown away by Shatter Me as I thought I would be, I will be anticipating the sequel.