And we’re back! Did you guys miss Mel and I on our much-needed vacation? Well, we missed you! Warning to the wise fair readers, this chapter is going to be another two-week chapter. All though this chapter is eight pages long it’s cram packed full of fuckery. You know me, I have to go through each one. Now back for the second half of this twice-damned book, City of Ashes.
You know what, this scene could be genuinely touching. However, it’s halfway through this book, and this is the first time we have seen Clary take time out of her extremely busy schedule of whining, about her incestuous relationship with Jace, to actually visit her comatose mother. No, I’m not counting that half-assed flashback, back in Chapter 2. Why you ask? Because Clary was telling us what happened, and we never got to see Jace meet his mother for the first time.
What makes this worse, is that Clary didn’t go see her mother just because she wanted to visit her sick mother. Not even to check up on her and spend some time with her. No, Clary wants somebody to whine to about how hard her life is, and she had no one else that would listen to her. She doesn’t mention their relationship, and that she misses her. Even though, they are supposed to have a super close relationship. No, like everything including plot and characterization, it’s all about Clary’s little soap opera drama.
*Melissa’s comments: I know it’s highly suck-y to go see a loved one in the hospital. I know from first hand experience on both sides of this how badly it sucks. I’ve visited and stayed at the hospital for my uncle who way dying from liver cancer about 5 years ago, and the numerous times over the past seven years of my grandmother being in and out of the hospital for her various issues. I ended up in the hospital with a blood infections along with pneumonia and kidney issues and almost died then. I know that my family visited me in the hospital for the same reason. I got to offer them support even if they don’t know that I am there as in my uncle’s case because I love my family and I want to be there to give them some small comfort even if the place freaks me out.
I don’t like to go to the hospital, I don’t like to visit. It’s a horrible sterile environment. It sucks massively to go there for any reason but, I go there for that exact reason. I go there for them, I want to make who ever I’m visiting feel better, to distract them from that environment. Hell, I’ve gone and visited complete strangers while I was there that didn’t have any one to visit them because that extra support makes them feel better.
Clary does not go to the hospital for her mother. She doesn’t go to give her mother support. Clary doesn’t even go out of any sense of obligation to see her mother, or hope that it will make her mother feel better. She goes to complain, and I honestly don’t feel that Clary even cares about any of her family at all, except for Jace who is supposed to be her brother… and her truw wuv. Guys, she doesn’t give a damn about any one else, just like so many Mary Sues and Marty Stus. They just don’t care unless they can make it look like they do. I’m seriously pissed at all of it.*