I wanted to like her so bad in the first book because she was much different from Meg’s usual spazzy, socially clueless heroines but she as just so BLAND and ridiculously naive, I couldn’t take it. And I really couldn’t stand the way she just rolled over and let John manipulate the fuck out of her like he did in this second book. He majorly lied to her about something that would affect the rest of her life. TWICE. And she’s almost totally okay with that because she WUVS HIM and she just wants to be ~together~ with him even though she’s knows and frequently acknowledges that he’s a CONTROLLING DICK WITH TEMPER ISSUES.
But he gave her a super special dove, so he really must just be a sweetheart deep down!
Goddamn, this book sucks.
So after our heroine sleeps with the boyfriend she knows is and describes as a controlling jerkwad and he admits to LYING and MANIPULATING her to get her to stay with him in the Underworld and causing her all sorts of emotional angst at the beginning of the book, we get this lovely inner narration from her:
I knew I should be horribly angry with him… and a part of me was.
But there was another part of me that wanted to laugh at his masculine bullheadedness, though I restrained myself, not feeling laughter would be the appropriate response.
"I forgive you," I said gravely. "This time. But I can’t believe you did something so awful. You better never do it again…"
Y’all, this shit is in a Meg Cabot book. Meg My-Awesome-Brain-Gave-Birth-To-Suze-Simons-and-Ellie-Harrison Cabot.
Let me just go throw myself off the edge of the world because I hate everything.
WHY ARE YOU HAVING SEX WITH JOHN AFTER FINDING OUT HE JUST LIED TO YOU ABOUT BEING STUCK IN THE UNDERWORLD FOREVER????
JOHN STALKED YOU FOR TWO YEARS. YOU DID NOT HAVE ANY SORT OF RELATIONSHIP, YOU DON’T LOVE HIM, AND YOU CAN’T FIX HIM.
STOP CRYING WHEN WISE ADULTS POINT OUT THAT HE’S BEING A MANIPULATIVE ASSHOLE WHO KIDNAPPED YOU AND TRICKED YOU INTO STAYING INTO THE UNDERWORLD.
Meg Cabot, what happened here?!
Currently reading: Underworld by Meg Cabot.
Borrowed this one from the library since its predecessor, Abandon, severely underwhelmed me. It looks as though Underworld is set to do the same, with a side order of rage and eye rolling, because John/Pierce continues to be a hilariously unhealthy relationship. Barely 50 pages in and we’ve already got John guilting Pierce for, you know, BEING REASONABLY PISSED OFF that he “forgot” to mention that oh so fun rule about not eating food in the Underworld if you don’t want to be STUCK THERE FOREVER. Gaaaah.
Meg Cabot, I expect better from you. I
f you destroy Heather Wells this way I will be SO MAD.