Hey you guys! I’m back! Hope your New Years was good and that y’all had fun. Especially seeing as it’s back to Anita Blake today.
I was swimming on black water, strong smooth strokes. The moon hung huge and shining, making a silver pathway on the lake. There was a black fringe of trees. I was almost to shore. The water was so warm, warm as blood. In that moment I knew why the waters were black. It was blood. I was swimming in a lake of fresh, warm blood.
Right, I haven’t talked much about this in the last two books but seeing as it turned up in the third I feel I have to say something. Symbolic dreams is a trope I really, really, really hate if misused. Symbolic dreams can work, but they have to be done right. This is rarely the case. Bella Swan is an example of a character who has massive symbolic dreams, and she, of course, is a Mary Sue. They are pretty much a Mary Sue only trope now, and this is the case in Anita Blake. Why are her dreams so convenient for what is happening? Why does she have dreams of such symbolism? Hamilton laughs at such silly things as ‘justified character traits’ and ‘explanations’!
Anyway, Anita wakes from her OMG SOOO SYMBOLIC dream as someone calls her. It’s Willie McCoy, a recurring minor character, who is sort of a vampire barometer – he knows someone who knows something, and can tell when something’s up in the supernatural world. He passes on a message from JC to meet him at the Circus of the Damned that night at eight.
I’m baking brownies and watching Dallas tonight! So tell her to get here while they’re still warm uWu
He says there’s a lot more vamps around than usual and hangs up. Time for Anita to talk about herself some more!
The black hair made my pale skin look deathly, or maybe it was the overhead lighting. My eyes were so dark brown they looked black. Two glittering holes in the pastiness of my face.
Do you know that women of colour bleaching their skin pale because being seen to be white is considered the only way to be beautiful or successful is a massive problem in African and Indian communities lately? Just thought I ought to mention that in a book with a Hispanic leading lady who is sooooo pale and proud of it.
What do you wear to meet the Master of the City? I chose black jeans, a black sweater with bright geometric designs, black Nikes with blue swooshes, and a blue-and-black sport bag clipped around my waist. Color coordination at its best.
Firstly, why is that important. Secondly, are you wearing a bum bag? Professional AND classy.
She then goes on about her totes wicked leather jacket and how it’s so dark her boss won’t let her wear it to work. Okay, the colour thing is intensely stupid, but I think the main reason he won’t let you wear it to work is that it’s a leather jacket, and not really suitable for a professional environment. I like leather jackets, I have a few myself, but I wouldn’t consider wearing them to most jobs because they don’t convey the right sort of image. They are casual wear, not professional. Plus, if you have a jacket like mine, you’ll look like a skinhead, and grieving families desperate to talk to their relatives one last time will probably not be comforted by some bitch with a studded jacket. In the workplace, an employee is there to work and provide a function, and sometimes this means that no, you can’t wear your favourite clothes if they are inappropriate.
I’m more amazed that someone managed to say ‘no’ to Anita Blake though. I mean, she is the Great and All Powerful Anita Blake after all.
Stupid, Anita, very stupid.
Thank you Anita for acknowledging how right I am in this.