Release Me
Tahereh Mafi's second New Republic novel splits its narration three ways: an assassin trained to feel nothing, the boy working loose her conditioning, and a brother who can never quite get a reading on her. The result is a dystopian romance about surveillance, control, and the dangerous business of waking up.
From the review
Rosabelle Wolff survives Ark Island by switching herself off. Her one real skill, if a thing that grim counts as a skill, is flattening her pulse and her thoughts into a blankness so total that the people watching her can't get a reading. Mafi builds the whole book on that. It's the smartest decision here: a heroine whose talent is the suppression of feeling, dropped into a story that runs entirely on feeling. The contradiction never lets up. Every time her heart knocks a little louder, she's failing at the one discipline keeping her alive, and the source of that failure has a name and a face and a habit of walking into rooms.
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