Showing posts with label chapter 9. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chapter 9. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

City of Ashes, Chapter 9: Plot Twist of the Century (that everyone saw coming)

After last week's sheer ridiculousness with Divergent, I can't believe I'm actually happy to return to City of Ashes. I'll say lots of terrible things about CC and the writing, but at least she managed to make a semi-compelling story (albeit a partly plagiarised one).

As you will remember, Clary and Jace kissed at the end of the last chapter, and then Simon ran home crying and retching once he realised his girlfriend was in love with her brother.

artist's rendition of Simon after leaving the Seelie Court

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Divergent Chapter 9: I'll be funnier when this book actually gets interesting.



Hi guys! I could apologise but let’s be real you all knew what was coming when you started following this blog. Academia owns my life and heart so it’ll always come first.

That being said, I have a few changes in store!

I will be re-capping both City of Ashes and Divergent by blog from this point onwards-- I just don’t have the time to edit videos this year! I’ll still be making book reviews and using my youtube, though.

With that being said, here’s a short recap! Chapter 9 is here! This gif is low on the gifs (as in, there are none), because it was really hard to find anything humorous to be perfectly honest. Not because I'm not funny (obviously I'm hilarious let's all be honest) but because this book is getting slightly boring.

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Chapter 9 of The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones: I abuse italics way more than I should in this recap.



We’re back for another episode of ‘How Many Ways Can Cassandra Clare Use Weird and Totally Not Accurate Equivalent Similes to Describe Things That Don’t Need Describing’! Hope you’re all excited!

We start off with some lovely sentence confusion that probably could’ve been cleared up with some editing:

Clary stepped forward to touch Jace’s arm, say something, anything—what did you say to someone who’d just seen his father’s killers? Her hesitation turned out not to matter; Jace shrugged her touch off as if it stung.

SO, Clary moved forward to touch his arm, but this sets it up as if she’s in motion and hasn’t actually reached his arm yet, but then the next sentence is Jace shrugging off her touch, which I assumed hadn’t actually happened yet. THIS BOOK, GUYS.