*Note: This isn’t an accidental double-post. I was 1,500 words over the LJ limit and had to split it up, but the two chapters go together. Sorry.
( Chapter 10 – Scent )
Chapter 11 – Legends
Ah, this chapter. It’s another one of those classic infodumps that Meyer uses when she wants to get a whole bunch of exposition out of the way without having to weave it naturally into the story—not to mention just more stuff for Bella to symbolically dream about, so I’ll kick off the chapter with a preemptive reaction to said symbolic dream.
Now, I’m gonna get this out up front—the werewolf legend? Actually not all that bad. Sure, it’s told in that same flat, dry, unemotional narrative that Meyer always uses, and I still say that nobody but nobody talks like that, but the story itself isn’t the usual stupid fare. The problem is that the legend of the werewolves actually comes across as two largely unrelated stories jammed together. Seriously—the two halves of the story pretty much have almost nothing to do with one another and don’t gel or blend in the slightest (and I actually thought they were two separate stories before Hyde pointed out that they are actually supposed to be part of one whole—that should tell you how badly they link up together). It honestly sounds like Billy goes, “And so our story ends. But enough about that! Now let’s get back to sparkly vampires and their awesome perfection and eternal beauty.” The stories just don’t flow together at all, and the second half is not as good as the first and pretty much feels like it’s just tacked on there so Meyer can chop down that tree again with her dead herring.
So, just keep that in mind as I go along—I’m mostly just going to be summarizing rather than pointing out the stupidity. Off we go.
We open up with Paul demanding the last hot dog from Jacob, who responds by sarcastically saying that even though he’s full to the gills, he’s going to stuff it down anyway. Paul immediately goes MAXIMUM FIREPOWER. Paul’s trademark of having a fiery temper is officially over-the-top. Jacob tells him to lighten up and tosses the hot dog at Paul, skewer and all, and of course, he catches it, prompting Bella to make the following observation: “Hanging out with no one but extremely dexterous people all the time was going to give me a complex.”
Dude—how many times a day do we have to hear about how OMGCLUMSY you are? Don’t give me this “going to” bull.
One random description of the fire in purple prose later, Bella talks about how the werewolves pretty much accept her with no ill-feelings whatsoever, even though she’s got her nose crammed way up Wardo’s ass and makes it quite clear to them pretty much every day that she considers them the less-worthy species as compared to vampires. How nice. And then Bella goes on for a very long time, catching us up to date with what she observed when she first got there all, summarized in one big block of text that brings the entire story to a screeching halt for her infodump and it is very annoying. Why couldn’t we have just heard about this in order?
Anyway, turns out it’s not just kids—Quil’s grandfather, Old Quil, is there, along with Sue Clearwater and her two kids, meaning they are in on the secret. And Bella does not make the obvious connection—that Leah and Seth are werewolves. She just handwaves it as them being in on it because it is implied that Sue might be on the council now, because of Harry’s death. Dude—how does that even work, Bella? Jacob didn’t know about it before he popped, and his dad is the council leader. Sam couldn’t tell poor Leah a damned thing, even though they were engaged.
In other words, Meyer, in your effort to surprise us, you have once again made Bella a complete and utter idiot—and you’re an idiot, too, thinking that I’d fall for that.
And speaking of Leah, we are also reminded of the fact that she is being forced to watch Sam and Emily paw each other across the way. These people are JUST GREAT to her, don’t you think? And I’m supposed to think she’s bitchy in the next book—I WONDER WHY. Anyway, there have to be about ten sentences in succession that are just Bella asking a bunch of “deep” questions about this, that, and the other, so I’m going to just skip ahead to when we get to hear about Kim. You know, that girl that Jared imprinted on. I guess they deemed Claire too young to appreciate these meetings, otherwise I’m sure Quil would have her sitting right on daddy’s lap the whole time.
Pardon me, I just freaked myself out. I’m going to go detox.
A While Later…
So, after eating some cake and snuggling with PJ and watching a RiffTrax, I returned to the recap only to get a good look at this.
My first impression of Kim was that she was a nice girl, a little shy, and a little plain. She had a wide face, mostly cheekbones, with eyes too small to balance them out. Her nose and mouth were both too broad for traditional beauty. Her flat black hair was thin and wispy in the wind that never seemed to let up atop the cliff.
That was my first impression. But after a few hours of watching Jared watch Kim, I could no longer find anything plain about the girl.
The way he stared at her! It was like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. Like a collector finding an undiscovered Da Vinci, like a mother looking into the face of her newborn child.
His wondering eyes made me see new things about her—how her skin looked like russet-colored silk in the firelight, how the shape of her lips was a perfect double curve, how white her teeth were against them, how long her eyelashes were, brushing her cheek when she looked down.
This is so unbelievably shallow I just
I am struck literally dumb
FUCK YOU, MEYER, FUCK YOU SIDEWAYS, BITCH, I AM GONNA
After several starts and stops, I finally managed to gather myself enough to write out a coherent response to that particular bit of disgustingness.
First off, I’ll point out the obvious part—the bit about the way Jared looks at her. You could’ve just stopped at the first one, Meyer, with the blind man and the sun—I would’ve gotten your point, and, while that’s an overused analogy, it would’ve worked for your ZOMG TRUEST LOVE EVAH thing you try to push for your imprinted pairs. But then you had to add the other two. I’m not exactly sure what was going through your mind when you added them. It certainly wasn’t, “Gee, I wonder if these two might have bad implications.” Because they do.
First, you say that he’s eyeing her like a new painting or statue. So, he’s staring at her like she’s an object. Like she’s an acquisition. Like she’s something for a collection. Like she’s something to be displayed for all to see as his possession. Oh, that’s great, Meyer, really. Such a good analogy. I can see how that is representative of True Love.
Then you say he’s looking at her as if she were a mother with her child (which, of course, my immediate reaction to SMeyer and her rampant sexism is to bow up and demand why the father can’t look at his child like that). Um…taking into account the other two descriptions? I can’t think of any mother that looks at their newborn child as a brand new acquisition that they are going to sex up ASAP, unless their name is Josef Fritzl.
My second point, third part of her little narrative up there. Bella describing Kim after watching Jared slobber all over her. Let me get this straight: Kim was plain and ordinary and has plenty of features you could point out as flawed and unattractive and she is clearly no kind of traditional beauty and was just a Plain-Jane, but then, once a guy became interested in her, well, then she was beautiful. If he hadn’t, there was no way she could have been pretty.
I think I need to educate you again, Meyer. I have a feeling you were going for the whole “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” thing, and a guy loving a girl for who she is, rather than what she looks like. Instead, you got The Hottie and the Nottie. Because what happened the instant Bella noticed how much Jared wants to sex her all up? She became pretty. She stopped being the plain girl and became the beautiful girl. And we already know that Jared doesn’t love her for who she is. He doesn’t love her at all.
Now, the third point—the first part of her little aside—and the previous sentences nicely leads into this. Bella describing Kim at first glance. Yeah, I know—we were supposed to read that in conjunction with the later part about her becoming oh-so-beautiful. It was supposed to be this dramatic reveal of the Ugly Pretty Girl, like Hermione in Goblet of Fire or Allison in The Breakfast Club. It ain’t, Meyer. It’s Bella being the most shallow, condescending, judgmental bitch that ever walked the earth. Seriously—the first thing she does is point out all that is wrong with Kim’s face. “Her eyes are too small. Her face is too broad. Her hair is too thin.” Do you have any idea how horrible that makes your character? Who made her the one true judge of what’s beautiful and what isn’t? Who is she to determine what traditional beauty is and what isn’t? As I said up there, Meyer. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” And your character—and thus you? She’s got a pretty narrow range of vision.
Anyway. That’s just making me mad, so I’m going to move off of it.
*reads* …actually, I think now I’d rather go back to it.
Kim's skin sometimes darkened when she met Jared's awed gaze, and her eyes would drop as if in embarrassment, but she had a hard time keeping her eyes away from his for any length of time.
Watching them, I felt like I better understood what Jacob had told me about imprinting before—it's hard to resist that level of commitment and adoration.
That isn’t cool. That isn’t cool at all.
Bella mentions the late hour, and Jacob tells her that she can’t leave now—after all, this wasn’t just a random get-together. No, this is story time! We are going to hear all about the legends of the spirit warriors and the werewolves that make up the Quileutes. Pretty much the instant he says that—BAM! It’s
Now, normally, that wouldn’t jump out at me like it did. I mean, my mom takes the minutes of financial meetings sometimes. Maybe Emily is just the fastest writer they’ve got. Maybe she knows shorthand. Who knows. However, considering she is the meekest, most timid, most subservient female in the whole damned book?
Yeah. It jumped out at me and bit me and made me very angry that Emily was given the secretarial duties.
Back to Billy. He says that the Quileutes were a small tribe that came to the harbor because it was a very fishy one. Unfortunately, lots of other tribes wanted a piece of that, too. So when they moved in to take the land, the Quileutes left on ships and hid out in the harbor. And, while the wives watched over the warriors’ bodies, all of the men’s spirits went out and kicked ass, summoning wind and animals and storms and it was all very dramatic. But enough about that. Let’s get to last one and not bother with any others—let’s talk about Taha Aki. He was the greatest of greats and everybody thought he was the berries, except
So, we hear that Taha Aki was always spiriting off to check out the land and see if anybody was coming to threaten them. Utlapa glommed onto that, waited until Taha Aki was ambling around outside of his body, and then zipped into Taha Aki’s body and killed his own, which meant Taha Aki was up a creek, if you know what I mean. Well, that’s no good. Utlapa faked being chief
Well, there’s only so much a man-spirit-thing can take—Taha Aki eventually summoned a wolf down from the mountains to try and kill Utlapa to save the tribe, but Utlapa just put up a human shield and the wolf wound up killing one of the guys protecting the faker. So Taha Aki sent the wolf off, and then we hear a random description of how much of a sacrifice being a spirit warrior was—you know, how it’s totally not with the werewolves, since they all think it’s cool beans. Speaking of wolves, the wolf Taha Aki had summoned was following him around, and we hear that it was “very large for its kind, and beautiful”. And then “Taha Aki was suddenly jealous of the dumb animal”, which is a complete breakdown of the type of style being used in this story. Gad. Then, bingo! He got an idea. He had a chat with the wolf, and before you knew it, Taha Aki was residing in the wolf’s body. So, he went back to the village and kicked up a fuss, and the other Quileutes quickly caught onto the fact that this wolf wasn’t normal. An old warrior named Yut came forward, disobeyed the fake chief, and entered the spirit world and quickly found out that their current chief was most assuredly not Taha Aki. Unfortunately, that’s when Utlapa decided to show up in the spirit world, and he made short work of Yut to ensure that he didn’t say anything about the real Taha Aki.
And speaking of him, he got so mad that when he jumped into the wolf again to kill Utlapa, the wolf bamf’d into a man. Naturally, “he was far more glorious” than an ordinary man, because Meyer is obsessed with physical beauty. And then Taha Aki smashed Utlapa’s head like a watermelon, set everything right, and ended the spirit travels, because it was proven to be far too dangerous. But it didn’t matter—Taha Aki didn’t age, and had super sperm and fathered a bunch of sons who were also werewolves, and we also learn that “the wolves were all different, because they were spirit wolves and reflected the man they were inside”. I don’t even pretend to comprehend that.
Fortunately, Quil Jr. does. He says that explains Sam’s black fur, as he’s got a “black heart”. I have yet to hear anything about Sam being antagonistic, myself. Other than that it’s a stupid, stupid reason for Meyer having all the wolves be different colors, which just reeks of Sue-age, to me.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, Billy just talked for five straight pages, 1,828 words, without stopping. No action, no speech modifiers, no nothing. Just straight dialogue.
Bella then reminds us that she’s there with yet another of Meyer’s stupid, infuriating, condescending hand-holds: “With another shock, I realized that the circle was made up of Taha Aki’s great—to however many degrees—grandsons.”
Thanks, Meyer. Really.
Anyway, Sam then responds to Quil’s jab: “And your chocolate fur reflects what? … How sweet you are?”
These characters have no individual voices. They are just moving their mouths and Meyer is providing the dialogue with her own voice. That’s it. Everybody sounds the same, talks the same—they’re all the same.
But Billy has no time for their nonsense. He concludes his side of the story, telling us stuff that we already know about how werewolves age if they stop going all wolf, and then says this about our friend Taha Aki:
"Taha Aki had lived the span of three old men's lives. He had married a third wife after the deaths of the first two, and found in her his true spirit wife. Though he had loved the others, this was something else. He decided to give up his spirit wolf so that he would die when she did."
Wow. Way to degrade the other two women, Meyer. “Well, yeah, they were great and all, but this one is so much better!” Seriously—that’s awful. And it’s imprinting—I just know it. *hates*
And, you can already tell from the break for the wolves to be stupid and the sudden switching of focus from Taha Aki being awesome to his wives, we pretty much shift gears and launch into the story of the Third Wife. And it has very little to do with anything that happened previously (and really not very much to do with the Third Wife, actually).
Man, I’ve really gotta get it together. This is taking much longer than I had originally intended.
Billy passes the microphone over to Old Quil, who starts warbling his way through the story of the Third Wife. We hear how one of the neighboring tribes—the Makahs—is having a little trouble with something kidnapping their women. Because, you know, women are helpless, and are much easier to capture. The Makahs blamed the werewolves, of course, and wouldn’t listen to a word Taha Aki said, so he sent out his son, Taha Wi (I think he’s bitchin’ at Mario Kart), to go find out what was going on. He and five others reported “a strange, sweet scent in the forest that burned their noses to the point of pain”, which causes Bella to cower into Jacob’s side and hyperventilate. WTF, Meyer? Anyway, the werewolves followed the scent, and then Taha Wi came up with the brilliant idea to send most of the warriors that went with him back home, and I’m supposed to be shocked and horrified when he and his two brothers never return. Sorry—he’s an idiot.
So, Taha Aki goes and cries to the Makahs, they say, “Woah, that old dude is really depressed,” and then bam, no more tensions between the tribes. Well, that was pointless.
Fast-forward a year. What? You mean the vampire (and yes, I know that’s what it is) just kind of quit for a full year, or went off and had a good time somewhere else and then decided that Makah chicks are mighty fine and wanted another taste? Okay, fine, whatever, I don’t care. Two more Makah “maidens” are stolen in the same night. And yet again, Meyer is unintentionally making vampirism highly sexual. Anyway, the wolves go out hunting again, and we hear that only one comes back, even though we have no idea how many went this time. Yaha Uta, the only survivor, has with him “a strange, cold, stony corpse that he carried in pieces”. Because even werewolf stories must revolve around how marbly Meyerpires are. We also hear that “all who were of Taha Aki’s blood, even those who had never been wolves, could smell the piercing smell of the dead creature”. Brushing aside the “smell the smell” line, Meyer just showed her butt again. So, anyone of Taha Aki’s bloodline can smell vampires, hmm, no matter what stage of werewolfery they are in? I guess Jacob had bad sinuses the day he and Wardo went bitchface at each other at prom.
So, Yaha Uta tells them all about how they found something that “looked like a man but was hard as a granite rock”, and how they knew that just from looking at him I have no idea. One of the Makah girls was already dead, and our vampire in question happened to be eating the other one when our werewolves showed up. After disposing of her for no reason other than to be Evil, we hear about his red eyes and then he quickly, ahem, disassembles one of the werewolves. Then we find out how many they’d sent—again, just three. Yeah. Because sending out three last time worked so well.
Gad, these people are stupid.
And so is Meyer—I seem to remember Jacob and his bunch taking out Laurent with no problem. Oh, but what was I thinking—vampires are wonderful and awesome and Mormon—as if some stupid mutt could kill one.
Anyway—Yaha Uta and his brother are all strategic now, pushing themselves to the limit, and then they find out that “only their teeth could damage it”, and I’m gonna have to call time on this one.
If the werewolves had been specifically created to kill vampires, I’d buy it. If vampires had always been the mortal enemy of the werewolves, I’d buy this. BUT THEY’RE NOT. They are ORDINARY WOLVES. A wolf does not have the ability to kill a vampire—Wardo was kind enough to remind us in chapter one of this very book that he’s all about chowing down on wolves (remember, he’s totally into sampling from the endangered species list). So how the hell does this work? How on earth did Taha Aki’s wolf form suddenly become super-fast, super-strong, and have teeth strong enough to bite through what we are consistently told is something harder than even diamonds?
Oh, that’s right. BECAUSE THEY CAN. Yep yep, that’s Meyer’s usual defense. BECAUSE THEY CAN. Who needs a reason that makes actual sense, huh?
Back to our story.
So, our two remaining werewolves are fighting the vampire, and when it gets a hold on Yaha Uta’s brother, he manages to tear his head off—unfortunately, vampires are too cool for things like a central nervous system, and the headless body just keeps beating on the other wolf. Which, you know, I’d buy, if Meyer had been going for the undead angle. Except A) she has done everything in her power to avoid the word “dead” this entire story, and B) Meyer said in that crappy statement about how Death Baby came to be that vampires actually do have a nervous system and the brain is the central part of said system, and as such, this shouldn’t be possible, unless they spontaneously develop little brains in every part of their bodies. But, then it gets more stupid, because when the elders are poking the body parts with a stick back at the camp afterwards, (yes, she does write pretty much that exactly), a severed hand grabs an arm piece and tries to put itself back together.
*pinches bridge of nose* I’m…not even going to bother. That is so incredibly stupid I’m just going to ignore it.
Well, this freaks our werewolf friends right out, and they quickly burn the thing and scatter the ashes everywhere, save a single bag of them. We find out that Billy is in possession of said bag of ashes. Whoop-dee-doo. I’m surprised Bella didn’t go off on him for being a horrible barbarian, treating a Wonderful Sparkling White Mormon vampire like that.
So, the tribe was rather fearful now, because where there is one, there are usually more, and what do you know, here comes another one. “The creature had a mate, another blood drinker, who came to the Quileutes seeking revenge.”
*goes outside, screams very loudly, runs around in circles, beats her head against a tree, and eats dirt*
Ah, better. To sum up—it’s really annoying that every single person or thing in any story has to have a “mate” of some kind. And I noticed that the bad guys are described as “mates”. Everyone else? “Soul mates”. Oh ho.
Speaking of our vengeful mate, let’s meet her. And yes, it’s a woman, because homosexuality does not exist in Meyerland (which I think bothers me even more than if she actually mentioned it as existing but constantly insulted it).
"The stories say that the Cold Woman was the most beautiful thing human eyes had ever seen. She looked like the goddess of the dawn when she entered the village that morning; the sun was shining for once, and it glittered off her white skin and lit the golden hair that flowed down to her knees. Her face was magical in its beauty, her eyes black in her white face. Some fell to their knees to worship her."
Well. Of course.
So, our vampire woman tears through eighteen of the people who see her approach, pausing only to drink up and be merry, which gives the two survivors a chance to run and tell Taha Aki and his sons about what’s going on. They arrive, see the massacre, and then find out where she disappeared to—turns out some of the tribe ran to the ships to try and get away, and she went out and delivered the smackdown. Then she sees Yaha Uta in wolf form on the shore, and comes zipping up and out of the water, “dripping and glorious”, because, mortal enemy or not, you are not allowed to describe vampires in any other way but flattering.
Then the vampire woman and Yaha Uta get to fighting, and we learn that “it was a close fight” because “she was not the warrior her mate had been”. Well, naturally—she doesn’t have a Y chromosome. A mere woman could hardly be considered an equal to a man.
But, because there were no distractions in the form of another brother, she manages to destroy Yaha Uta, which pisses Taha Aki off and he transforms into an old-but-driven-by-righteous-fury wolf and they start fighting again. Meanwhile, the third wife has finally made her entrance (and I notice we never get to hear her name—oh, we’ll keep all of the men’s names down for history, but the woman? Eh, who cares. Wife #3 is good enough for her). She is despairing and stuff, because her son just died in front of her, and now her husband’s about to die, too. So she grabs a knife, runs forward, and while the vampire (and they keep calling her “the Cold Woman”, which is annoying) is smug about how there is no way a knife could hurt her, the third wife stabs herself and dies very dramatically. And, even though the vampire woman had already eaten plenty of the tribe already and was probably quite sated, the smell of that tasty blood distracts her long enough so that Taha Aki can take her out. Well, at least take off her head. Two of the younger sons, so rageful (lots of rage going on here) upon seeing their mother stab herself, burst into full werewolfery and dispose of the vampire completely.
Well, Wife #3 was Taha Aki’s Imprinted True Love Forever And Ever, so you can just guess what he does now that she’s dead. Yep, he completely abandons the tribe and wanders off in wolf form, never to be seen again. He probably fell over and died in the forest somewhere from some Goddamned Hole™ in his chest.
So, now the werewolves are pretty much vampire killers. Well, that was a random switch. But enough about that! Let’s talk about the Cullens! Yeah, let’s talk about them—that fits in with story night! Of course, he never mentions their names or anything, but just talks about the leader was all compassionate and they made a treaty, and then when Old Quil says that they’ve got a damned big pack now, he gives Bella a Significant Look, because remember, she’s there, and we’ve got to somehow make the story revolve around her. Old Quil ends the story by talking about how it’s a burden and a sacrifice, and Young Quil voices his disagreement because he “thinks it’s cool”, and Sycophant Seth nods brainlessly in agreement, and then, BAM. Story time is over and they all act like nothing happened. Um, yay?
Well, we hear that Leah over there might be crying, but who cares about that. She’s totally not a werewolf, by the way.
I’m sure you all can guess what’s on the forefront of Bella’s mind.
Yep, the third wife, and all about how she had saved the whole tribe. This totally isn’t come to come back later on in the story, nosireebob. I mean, it isn’t like Victoria’s avenging the death of her “mate”, or anything. Bella also wonders what her names was—well, they didn’t include her name because A) savior of the tribe she may be, she’s still just a lowly woman, and B) it’ll make it easier for you to just insert your own name when you try to draw a parallel of some sort between you and the third wife.
And then she falls asleep and we jump to the Cullen/Quileute border. Wow—I’m dizzy now. Anyway, it’s before midnight, and there’s Wardo, waiting for her. His pacing along the border is just too much for everyone involved, though, so she quickly skeedaddles after Jacob assures her that he’ll be stalking her tonight for her own safety, too, just like Wardo—double the stalking for half the price! She skips to Wardo’s side, who’s all smooshy, and then offers to carry her to the car because she’s obviously so tired, picks her up and sets her in the car and buckles her in, and I just want to stab myself in the eye with a nail file.
BAM, we’re home. DAMMIT. Bella’s leaning out the window of her room, waiting for Wardo and looking for Jacob, who’s prowling out there somewhere. Then Wardo appears, patronizes her a bit, and she falls asleep and we get—yeah, you guessed it.
It was cold in my dream that night, too, maybe because I slept in Edward's arms. But I dreamt I was outside in the storm, the wind whipping my hair in my face and blinding my eyes. I stood on the rocky crescent of First Beach, trying to understand the quickly moving shapes I could only dimly see in the darkness at the shore's edge. At first, there was nothing but a flash of white and black, darting toward each other and dancing away. And then, as if the moon had suddenly broken from the clouds, I could see everything.
Rosalie, her hair swinging wet and golden down to the back of her knees, was lunging at an enormous wolf—its muzzle shot through with silver—that I instinctively recognized as Billy Black.
I broke into a run, but found myself moving in the frustrating slow motion of dreamers. I tried to scream to them, to tell them to stop, but my voice was stolen by the wind, and I could make no sound. I waved my arms, hoping to catch their attention. Something flashed in my hand, and I noticed for the first time that my right hand wasn’t empty.
I held a long, sharp blade, ancient and silver, crusted in dried, blackened blood.
I cringed away from the knife, and my eyes snapped open to the quiet darkness of my bedroom.
A SYMBOLIC DREAM.
Anyway. She tells Wardo she had a dream, Wardo says he was reading Wuthering Heights, and he says “that [he] can sympathize with Heathcliff in ways [he] didn’t think possible before”. Having read Hyde’s recaps of Midnight Sun and knowing about how you want to kill anybody who so much as looks at Bella? Where have you been, Wardo? Then Bella falls back to sleep.
Bella conveniently doesn’t remember her dream. Wardo leaves shortly after, and lo and behold, Bella finds Wuthering Heights on the ground where Wardo dropped it last night. And what passage does Bella immediately see?
And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out, and drank his blood! But, till then—if you don’t believe me, you don’t know me—till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head!
Hmm. And her reaction?
The three words that had caught my eye were "drank his blood."
Yes, surely I must have dreamt that Edward said anything positive about Heathcliff. And this page was probably not the page he'd been reading. The book could have fallen open to any page.
That’s it. There’s your Wuthering Heights comparison. That’s all we get. Well, I can tell you all are just so pleased that you waited around for that.
Oh, and that was the end of the chapter. Seriously—that last blockquote was the very end. Man. That was a horrible closing sentence. No closure at all, no feeling of ending, no nothing. It just kinda…quits. Just “blah”. Urgh.
Paul Count: 3
Stinger: “He made a noise in the back of his throat. "Is he your warden, now, too? You know, I saw this story on the news last week about controlling, abusive teenage relationships and—"”
( Chapter 12 - Time )