Cassandra Clare doesn’t seem to know when to stop. Reality Check: Clary’s BOYFRIEND is laying dead and is currently being buried by Raphael. Yet, instead of grieving, or showing any type of real emotion over Simon’s death she is just wanking for the dozenth time over Jace’s beauty. It’s disgusting and totally underlines my point that Clary doesn’t really give a shit about Simon at all.
This would have been a perfect time for Clary to reflect on her friendship, and then later the romance with Simon. We could have gotten some insight into both of their backgrounds and got some more characterization for Simon. This whole entire chapter should have been about Clary and Simon’s relationship and their history together. Yet, much like the so-called plot of this book, Clary and Jace’s little soap opera drama seemed to have eclipsed everything else. Clary and Jace are literally taking this entire book down with them and it’s a crying shame.