Clary drew out those clothes and spread them curiously across her lap. The first time she
had seen Jace and Alec, they had been wearing their fighting gear: close-fitting tops and pants of tough, dark material. Up close she could see that the material was not stretchy but still, a thin leather pounded very at until it became flexible. There was a jacket-type top that zipped up and pants that had complicated belt loops. Shadowhunter belts were big,
sturdy things, meant for hanging weapons on.
She ought, of course, to put on one of the sweaters and maybe a skirt. That was what
Amatis had probably meant her to do. But something about the fighting gear called to her; she had always been curious, always wondered what it would be like….A few minutes later the towels were hanging over the bar at the foot of the bed and Clary was regarding herself in the mirror with surprise and not a little amusement. The gear it was tight but not too tight and hugged the curves of her legs and chest. In fact, it made her look as if she had curves, which was sort of novel. It couldn’t make her look formidable—she doubted anything could do that—but at least she looked taller, and her hair against the black material was extraordinarily bright. In fact—I look like my mother, Clary thought with a jolt.
And she did. Jocelyn had always had a steely core of toughness under her doll-like looks.
Clary had often wondered what had happened in her mother’s past to make her the way she was—strong and unbending, stubborn and unafraid. Does your brother look as much like Valentine as you look like Jocelyn? Amatis had asked, and Clary had wanted to reply that she didn’t look at all like her mother, that her mother was beautiful and she wasn’t. But the Jocelyn that Amatis had known was the girl who’d plotted to bring down Valentine, who’d secretly forged an alliance of Nephilim and Downworlders that had broken the Circle and saved the Accords. That Jocelyn would never have agreed to stay quietly inside this house and wait while everything in her world fell apart.
City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 5: A Problem With Memory
Another big chunk of text, but I thought it best that you guys get to see this first hand. There is a lot to unpack, and once again I’m going to do it point by point.
- First of all, let’s talk about the school clothing. I have some feelings about them. . This really continues to confirm to me that Idris was actually Hogwarts/Hogsmeade in the original fanfic. It’s really sad, even in this book that which supposed to end the originally intended trilogy she still can’t breakaway from Harry Potter. I have seen many fanfics to original novels before. Those authors do a better job of making that fanfic into something original than Clare. It’s really sad that she can’t quite leave the model of the initial fanfiction behind after three books. *smh*
- I know you guys are probably sick and tired of the ‘Twilight’ comparisons, but I still keeping hearing how this book series is so much better than Twilight. And I have to continue to debunk it. Clary is next talking about how the Shadowhunter gear called to her. Illuding to the suggestion that Clary was always meant to be a Shadowhunter. Very much how Bella in ‘Breaking Dawn’ outright states that she was always meant to be vampire. Again, there is no difference between the quality of Twilight and the TMI series. It’s just Bella with a red wig, to be honest.
- Also, a big point about the Shadowhunter gear. For all that emphasis on it, it’s just paramilitary gear you can probably pick up at any sports store like Academy. It’s nothing really special, no special runes or materials.
- Let’s move to how Clary is talking about her mother. I said it before but it bears repeating: This is very creepy. It’s so creepy that it is giving me “Single White Female” feels. There is a lot of children that idolize their parents and that is normal. However, the depth of how much Clary wants to be Joceyeln is chilling. I have been calling Clary a psychopath for a while now. And I think this is another symptom of that. The more the books go on, the more I see how sick and twisted Clary really is. Yet, she is supposed to be a role model for teens like my eldest kid and the very thought makes me ill.
- You see how Clary is talking about Jocyelen would do in position, without really thinking about what Joceylen would think of Clary caring out those decisions. Again, she talks or illudes how much she cares about her mother, but I see no real evidence of it. Clary wants to be completely Joceyelen, but she doesn’t love her at. She never considers how her mother would feel about the horrible actions she makes including this one.
- My last point is this: For all Clary made a huge point of telling Valentine that Luke is more like a father than he ever will. This really shows how much she really cares about him; which is not a hell of a lot. She didn’t give it twenty-four hours so Luke might able to smooth things over with The Clave. Nevermind, that Luke will be in trouble once Clary show up, making him look bad. And look at how Shadowhunters treat Downworlders. You only have to look at how the Inquisitor treated Simon, who was obviously a victim of what happened.
- Just like the portal, Clary is once again trying to make it seem that she is doing this out of love for the people in her life. When in fact, it’s very obvious that she is only doing this for herself. I mean, every time she can’t have her way she throws a toddler size tantrum and then does what she wants anyway. Clary is a spoiled brat that should be shoved in time out until she acts her fucking age.