Watch Me

Aight, Tokybook fam – it’s time to dive into that next-gen dystopian drama we didn’t know we needed but now cannot live without. Here’s your full send, typo-laced, reader-gone-feral audiobook review for Watch Me by Tahereh Mafi – the kickoff to the Shatter Me: The New Republic series, aka Juliette 2.0 time

Watch Me – Dystopia Rebooted, Feels Reloaded, and I’m Absolutely Watching You

OKAY HOLD UP—

Tahereh Mafi just walked back into the dystopian chat and was like:
“Y’all miss trauma, telekinesis, and pretty prose with pain?”
And we all said “YES MA’AM.”

Watch Me kicks off this new arc in the Shatter Me universe, and lemme just say—
IT. GOES. HARD.

New Gen, Same Vibes (But Deeper)

This ain’t the old rebellion anymore. This is the aftermath. The empire fell. The New Republic rose. But guess what?

Power still corrupts. Trauma still lingers. Love still burns.

This world is messy as hell, and I love that for us. Everything’s got layers now. There’s peace… but at what cost? There’s healing… but does everyone get to heal? Mafi ain’t here to write fluff. She came to dismantle emotions.

The Narration: Dual POV = Double Trouble, Double Heartache

The audiobook format??? CHEF’S. KISS.

Amanda Forstrom + Gabriel Michael = elite team-up.
Amanda gives us that classic Mafi poetic melancholy with steel underneath. Gabriel brings vulnerability, chaos, and lowkey emotional damage in a way that had me pacing the room at 1AM.

Their chemistry? SCORCHING. Their tension? REAL.
Some of y’all gonna fall for the wrong one and I can’t stop you.

The Writing: Still Mafi, Still Magic

Tahereh Mafi’s prose = floating through pain.
Still dreamy. Still fragmented. Still cuts you open with a metaphor and then throws glitter on the wound.

She writes heartbreak like it’s choreography. You feel every breath, every pause, every “why are they looking at each other like that .”

She don’t just write romance. She writes emotional reckoning. And we eat it UP.

Worldbuilding: The Rebuild Is Real

This ain’t your dusty dystopia anymore. The New Republic is a whole new beast—layers of bureaucracy, tech advances, public perception wars. It’s giving post-rebellion realism, like “okay we won… now what?”

And surprise surprise: the trauma didn’t vanish just because the flag changed.

There’s new conspiracies. New experiments. New people playing God. ()

And yes… there’s still powers. Still gifts. Still questions about what makes someone human in a world that labels people as weapons.

Plot? Tension? YES.

You think it’s just gonna be soft healing vibes?
NOPE.
There are secrets.
There are betrayals.
There are plot twists so good I nearly dropped my phone on a public bus.

Every chapter ends like “Wait… WAIT…” and then suddenly you’re three hours deep and emotionally unstable.

Mafi never lets you breathe easy. AND I LOVE HER FOR THAT.

Final Verdict – You Thought You Were Done With Shatter Me? THINK AGAIN ‍

If you: – Still cry when someone says “Aaron Warner”
– Love characters with powers and pain
– Crave writing that feels like it’s whispering secrets in your ear
– Need dystopia with actual consequences
– Are ready to be emotionally destroyed again…

Then fam, you NEED to listen to Watch Me.
Don’t read spoilers. Don’t skim. Just HIT PLAY. Trust the process. Cry with the rest of us.

Sorry for the messy grammar I’m still recovering emotionally. Tokybook fam, Watch Me isn’t just a title—it’s a warning. This story? It watches YOU back.

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