I feel like I have been taking crazy pills, ya’ll! It’s like I’m the only one who remembers that CLARY’S BOYFRIEND IS FUCKING DEAD! Not even a few hundred feet away Raphael is currently in the process of burying Simon Lewis, her dead boyfriend. Yet, these two fuckwad’s are arguing the meaning of ‘sister’, and if that means they can be together.
Don’t tell me that I’m reading too much into this. The subtext so unsubtle, that they might as well be slapping us with it. As I said in my earlier post, this whole chapter should have been about Simon Lewis. It should have been about Clary and Simon’s relationship. Not about this long drawn out soap opera that Clare is obsessed with. Yet, like everything else in this fucking book; Cassandra Clare can’t help wanking over her self-insert and her incestuous dream man. All the while, Clare’s too stupid to realize that she is making it clear to anyone with two brain cells to rub together that Clary’s ‘so-called’ grief is nothing more than façade, and that Clary is a selfish oblivious bitch, who has her head so far up Jace’s ass, that she can’t probably see daylight at this point.