There’s sixty two chapters in this book.
We’re a third of the way in, and nothing is happening. A wild plot appeared some time ago, and has yet to make a reappearance.
I loved the new shower that I’d had installed in the downstairs master bathroom. One of the bear lycanthropes –
Shapeshifter. They’re not a wolf. They are a bear.
– in town turned out to be a plumber. I’d still paid full price, but at least I knew he wouldn’t be asking stupid questions about my living arrangements.
… and neither would any other plumber? Because they don’t give a fuck about your personal life? Because they want to get the job done? I have never had a plumber or builder or electrician ask my family about our living arrangements. Because GUESS FUCKING WHAT ANITA – NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR LIFE. NO ONE SPENDS THEIR LIFE IN AN AGONY OF NON-KNOWLEDGE ABOUT YOUR LIFE.
Anyway, Anita is worried because she doesn’t feel sad enough about sleeping with Jason.
That hard emotional truths bothered me more than having intercourse with someone I wasn’t in love with probably said something about how far down the well of moral decay I had fallen.
‘The well of moral decay’. Dear Lord, woman, grow up. Anita gets in the shower and cries about how awful her life is living as a glamorous celebrity who is fawned upon and respected by everyone she meets, has oodles of cash despite doing very little work, and has a legion of ridiculously attractive men desperate to have sex with her.
Your life is so hard, Anita. I don’t know how you cope.
Richard had broken some part of me, some last bit that had been trying to hang onto a softer more romaticized view of love. He had left, dumped me because I wasn’t human enough for him.
Is it nice in that made up world in which you just make up your own version of reality?
My stepmother, Judith, had never let me forget that I was small and dark, and she and her children were tall and blond, and blue-eyed. People had spent my lifetime rejecting me for things I could not change about myself. So fuck them, fuck them all.
Except that she didn’t really do that, did she? You just threw a bitchfit because Daddy didn’t show you all the attention and the love that you demanded.
Anita blubs in the bottom of the shower. Strong independent woman.
Why was I always chasing after the love of people who I could never be enough for?
You have never done that.
There was a knock on the door, and I realized that someone had been knocking for a while. I always locked the door when I went in, out of habit.
Who doesn’t lock the bathroom door when they’re in a house with other people? It’s not a habit, it’s to stop all those arseholes you live with jumping in the shower and raping you again.
It’s Jamil at the door with Richard. He needs to use the big bath because he was found unconscious due to the whole ‘BM feeding off Anita, JC, and Richard’ that Anita decided to not warn Richard about, despite the fact that if he dies, both JC and Anita die too.
“Anita, since the pack sold Raina’s house we don’t have any body of water big enough to soak him and other pack members in. I found him unconscious on his bedroom floor, he’s ice cold.”
Apparently, despite the fact that several pack members have BEEN SERIOUSLY INJURED SINCE RAINA DIED, there is not one single bath between them. And don’t shove someone who’s ice cold into a hot bath. That will kill them.
Belle hadn’t only fed her people off of me, she’d been feeding off of Richard, too. I’d thought about that earlier in the day, but I hadn’t dreamed that he wouldn’t call his pack and have some of them near him, to strengthen himself on their collected energy. I hadn’t known that he would have just let himself die. Because long before he got that bad he’d have known something was very wrong.
Maybe Richard could have done something. IF YOU HAD TOLD HIM WHAT WAS HAPPENING. After all, all Anita went through was being shaky and ill, like she had bad flu. How could Richard know he was under vague psychic attack if YOU DON’T TELL HIM?
Mother fucking son of a bitch. I could not believe that I was having to do this. The man that had broken my heart, called me a monster was about to get soaked in my bathtub for God knew how long.
- ‘broke your heart’. Yeah, seemed like it when you ran off to
get rapedhave sex with JC.
- He called you a monster after you raped him.
- Oh, no, a person you PROFESS TO CARE ABOUT is going to be in your bath. What a calamity!
- Anita, if Richard dies, you die. Are you so stupid that you have forgotten that HUGE PLOT POINT?
Anita opens the door and hides. In a reaaallllyyyy uncomfortable paragraph.
I tried not to look at either of them, getting only a brief glimpse of Jamil’s cornrowed hair, bright red beads intertwined. His shirt was a red to match the beads, his suit jacket black. I didn’t take the time to see if his pants matched the jacket. I just started for the door, towels clutched to me.
“Can you turn on the water for me, Anita?” Jamil asked.
“No,” I said, and I fled.
OK, I get that LKH was trying to say ‘Anita is made uncomfortable to having to show emotion for someone who wronged her’. But considering how okay Anita with having the white shapeshifters around her when she’s naked, this whole thing reads like: delicate white flower is terrified of the terrifying black man who dares to exist in her presence! They’re all untrustworthy animals, you know.
So, yeah, Richard’s back. Yay. This can only get better, I’m sure.