Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Grey: Chapter 7

Or, Sunday, May 22, 2011

Honestly, these chapters are getting a little long. This book was much easier to handle when the chapters consisted of only 10 pages.

When we ended last time, our protagonists had just fallen asleep after an evening of incredible sex, despite the uncomfortable dialogue.

It's morning, and Christian has jolted awake with a feeling of deep foreboding.
"I wake with a start and a pervading sense of guilt, as if I've committed a terrible sin.
Is it because I've fucked Anastasia Steele? Virgin?"

Yeah, Christian. That's totally it.

"Ana sleeps the sound sleep of an innocent. Well, not so innocent now. My body stirs as I watch her.
I could wake her.
Fuck her again.
There are definitely some advantages to having her in my bed.
Grey. Stop this nonsense.
Fucking her was merely a means to an end and a pleasant distraction."



"The room is too full of Ana: her scent, the sound of her soft breathing, and the memory of my first vanilla fuck.
...
Miss Steele is a carnal creature.
She will be a joy to train.
My cock twitches in agreement."

Okay, I swear this is going to have some actual commentary, but there are really just some things you guys need to experience for yourselves. It's things like this that make me wonder how people who loved the original series feel about it now that we're seeing things from this incredibly warped and predatory perspective. That, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who wasn't expecting sentient genitalia.

Anyway, eventually, after some serious brooding and some even more serious pretentious banter ("'That was a beautiful piece. Bach?' 'Transcription by Bach, but it's originally an oboe concerto by Alessandro Marcello.'" -- I'm sorry, but you will never convince me that Miss Anastasia Steele has such a skilled ear that she can hear a composer's influence in a TRANSCRIPTION. I call bullshit.), Christian falls asleep and wakes up to find he's slept late and Ana is no longer in his bed. He follows his nose to the kitchen. No, I'm not kidding.

"There's Ana. She's wearing my shirt, her hair in braids, dancing around to some music. Only I can't hear it. She's wearing earbuds. Unobserved, I take a seat at the kitchen counter and watch the show. She's whisking eggs, making breakfast, her braids bouncing as she jiggles from foot to foot, and I realize she's not wearing underwear.
Good girl."

"She has to be one of the most uncoordinated females I've ever seen. It's amusing, charming, and strangely arousing at the same time." -- at last, I understand how to attract a man.

"Sidling up to her, I gently tug one of her braids. 'I love these. They won't protect you.'" -- literally what the fuck does this mean. why does she need protecting? why on earth would hair ever be considered a protective material?

Ana serves breakfast and tells Christian she needs to be back home that evening. He's upset, but can't force her to stay because she hasn't signed his ever-elusive contract (and after she signs it he can apparently just hold her hostage, but hey. do you.). They argue briefly about food - she isn't hungry and he has an insatiable desire to make women do things they don't want to do - and then he has a revelation.

"As I watch her place a forkful of eggs in her mouth, I relax. She's quite challenging in her own way. And it's unique. I've never dealt with this. Yes. That's it. She's a novelty. That's the fascination... isn't it?" -- oh good, I thought for a second he was starting to think of her as an actual human being with thoughts and emotions. it's good to be reminded that she's neither important nor complex, but simply a novelty.

By the way:
Novelty Item: an object which is specifically designed to serve no practical purpose.
I'm glad we cleared that up.



Christian decides that the two of them should take a bath - to test Ana's oral skills. Again, I'm not kidding. 
"'Yes. Not my usual style. After I've done this, we'll take a bath.'
And I can test her oral skills." -- see?

In the bathroom, Ana has her arms wrapped around herself.
"She's shy.
It's arousing.
And to think she's never bathed with a man.
I can claim another first." -- taking her bath virginity is almost as magical as taking her sexual virginity. and just as imaginary.

Time for some more awkward dirty talk. Because no one gets tired of that, right?
"Lifting my hips, I grab my cock. 'I want you to become well acquainted, on first-name terms, if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I'm very attached to this.'"  -- I see what you did there. Punny.
"Oh. Baby. That. Feels. Good." -- do people really talk like this?
"Yet another first, Miss Steele. Well, you get an A in oral skills. Come, let's go to bed. I owe you an orgasm." -- Christian's obsession with firsts is getting a little gross. And by a little, I obviously mean a lot. A lot gross.

Getting out of the bath, Christian naturally has only the most romantic things to say to her.
"Staring down into bemused eyes, I implore her. 'Say yes.'
'To what?' she whispers.
'Yes to our arrangement. To being mine. Please, Ana.'" -- literally you have not given her the contract yet she doesn't know what's in it, what you want her to do, what the terms of ANYTHING are she cannot consent right now why is this so difficult for you to understand.

By the way, she never answers his plea. Instead he just says "Trust me?" and proceeds to have his way with her. Page 127 and we do not have a contract.

Ana does trust him, as it turns out. And he's pleased. I think.
"Good. Beautiful. Girl." -- is she beautiful? or is her trust beautiful. also, are you calling her a good, beautiful girl, or are you just listing off adjectives that describe her like a toddler who can't construct full sentences?

We've had quite a few red flags at this point, but. 
"Gently I tug at her braids. 'You look so young with these.' But they're not going to stop me."

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.

Also, it's worth mentioning that he comments on how young those braids make her look more than once this chapter - three times, if I counted right. It's always in conjunction with a sexual comment, and when she finally agrees to be his submissive, he requires that she wear her hair in braids any time they're in his playroom. Seeing as she's only 22, she doesn't have a lot of wiggle room for looking younger before it becomes pedophilia. People love Christian. They love him. Many people wish he were real. Constant questions of "Where's my Christian Grey?" If you're lucky, he's in jail.


Back to the book:

They're leaving Christian's house to get Ana back to Portland, and for the second time, Ana asks if she can ask Kate's advice about sex. 
"'Talk to her if you must. Make sure she doesn't mention anything to Elliot -'
'Okay,' Ana says, and gives me a bright smile.
'The sooner I have your submission the better, and we can stop all this.'
'Stop all what?'
'You, defying me.'" -- ugh.

On the way back to Portland, Christian stops them at a restaurant. Ana, again, is not hungry, and Christian again, forces her to eat. The conversation is bland as can be. Ana has questions about the exact definition of 'vanilla sex' and why Christian has never had it until her. This is where we're all introduced to Elena, the friend of Christian's mother who seduced him and started him on this dark and twisted path (see? I can be melodramatic too). Talk shifts to the contract, which I'm assuming will happen sometime in the next 100 pages.

As Christian is dropping Ana off at her apartment, he reminds her to read the contract, and says they'll get together on Wednesday to discuss it.
"'Thank you for this weekend, Anastasia. It's been . . . the best.' She turns shining eyes to me. 'Wednesday?' I continue. 'I'll pick you up from work, from wherever?'
'Wednesday,' she says, and the hope in her voice is disconcerting.
Shit. It's not a date."

For constantly claiming "it's not a date," Christian has a funny way of showing it. Not even 2 whole pages ago, he launched into an 'I want you to love me' monologue and now he wants us to think he isn't interested in a relationship.
"Anastasia, you have to go with your gut. Do the research, read the contract. I'm happy to discuss any aspect. I'll be in Portland until Friday if you want to talk about it before then. Call me - maybe we can have dinner - say, Wednesday? I really want to make this work. In fact, I've never wanted anything as much as I want this."

Honestly, what is she supposed to think when he says this? He only comes out and explicitly says "I don't do romance" twice, and we've already passed both of those moments. Not once does he voice that that's still the way he feels, but somehow she's supposed to be able to read his italicized thoughts. Manipulation? No. Never. 



Chapter 7 "baby" count: 9
Total "baby" count: 38

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Grey: Chapter 6

Or, Monday, May 21, 2011

I've been out of the blogging game for a few days, thanks to working a new retail job 9 hours a day. But here we are, with chapter 6, and good news! The "baby" count is back with a vengeance. This is the longest chapter so far, clocking in at 53 horrific pages (EL James, your editor has failed you and the world a million times over), and it includes our first sex scene. I'm not sure that I had fully prepared myself for what this book was going to bring into my life, but I must persevere. And then take a very long shower.

Our story begins in Christian's bedroom. It's about 2 hours after we left them, and Ana is still in her alcohol-induced coma in Christian's bed. Christian is extremely uncomfortable sleeping next to another person (WHAT IF SHE TOUCHES ME OHHHHMYGOD), but bites the bullet because it means he gets to do this:
"For seconds, minutes, hours, I don't know, I watch her. And while she sleeps, I survey every beautiful inch of her lovely face. Her dark lashes fluttering while she sleeps (DO I NEED TO PUT THE BUZZ LIGHTYEAR GIF AGAIN I THINK I DO)

(thank you for indulging me, back to Christian), her lips slightly parted so I glimpse her even white teeth. She mutters something unintelligible and her tongue darts out and licks her lips. It's arousing, very arousing."
Men getting aroused by unconscious women. Hot.

Discomfort aside, has anyone ever actually witnessed someone sleeping and seen their tongue "dart" out of their mouth? She's not a lizard, she's a sleeping person.

I'm introducing a new game with this post, regarding Christian's sentient genitalia. Much like Ana's inner goddess, Christian's dick seems have its own mind, and apparently deserves its own narration - though I'll warn you now, it doesn't usually make any sense.

"I have never slept with a woman. I've fuck many, but to wake up beside an alluring young woman is a new and stimulating experience. My cock agrees."

Sure, Christian. Sure. Blame your dick instead of acknowledging that it's only responding to your thoughts. Classic Christian.

Once he gets his dick in line, he brings a glass of orange juice into his room so that she'll be greeted by room temperature citrus when she wakes up. *romance* 

"She's still asleep when I enter, her hair a riot of mahogany spread across her pillow, and the covers have slipped below her waist. Her T-shirt has ridden up, exposing her belly and her navel. The sight stirs my body once more."

"With one last lingering look at Anastasia Steele - the first woman I've ever slept with - I head out for my run."


Christian gets back from his run and Ana is awake, and understandably concerned.
"She pales as I saunter into the room.
Keep it casual, Grey. You don't want to be charged with kidnapping."

Christian scolds Ana for getting so drunk, as we all knew he would, and then a couple things happen. The first is pretty standard "wow are you actually saying this to a person you don't know?", however the second, I genuinely do not have words for.
"'Well, if you were mine, you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week after the stunt you pulled yesterday.'" -- okay, this is weird, but pretty much what we've come to expect.

"An image of her shackled to my bench, peeled gingerroot inserted in her ass so she can't clench her buttocks, comes to mind, followed by judicious use of a belt or strap. Yeah... That would teach her not to be so irresponsible. The thought is hugely arousing."

Go ahead. Read that again. I'll wait.

I have so many questions. Is the ginger root a metaphor? Like does it mean something? He literally has AN ENTIRE ROOM of things that are safe to insert into various bodily cavities but he chooses this?????
ALSO have you ever tried to peel ginger? Would he make her peel her own ginger the same way some people are forced to dig their own graves? And why would you just waste ginger like that? I really can't get past this. I'm so concerned. Has he done this to other women with other roots or vegetables? 

Okay. I have to move on otherwise we'll be here forever and I'll just spiral further into my distress over the ginger root. 

Wait, one more thing. Someone told EL James that "ginger root" is one word, and I don't know why. 

Okay, I'm done.

After they've both had a shower and are sitting down for breakfast, talk quickly turns to their relationship and Edward's - er, Christian's - inability to stay away from Ana. See what I did there? Ha.

"I don't do romance. My tastes are very singular. You should steer clear of me. There's something about you, though, and I'm finding it impossible to stay away." -- translation: try to stay away from me all you want but I'll always find you. .*romance*

She decides to get a little tough about it, challenging his warning, with a very succinct (and wayyyy too effective) "Enlighten me, then." "Her words travel straight to my cock." -- I feel like this just happened in the last chapter. I very distinctly remember being under the impression that Christian's dick has ears.

Eventually Ana has to go home - you know, because she has a job and stuff - and Christian decides to drive her there. In the elevator, things heat up as Christian discards his non-disclosure agreement requirement ("Oh, fuck the paperwork.") and, in his words, "jumps her." This encounter is over as quickly as it began and soon they're in the car, Ana marveling at the fact that Christian enjoys classical music.

When he drops Ana off, he also picks Elliot up, as he spent the night with Kate. The two of them go hiking again and as Elliot is talking, Christian is thinking about Ana.
"I picture her sleeping beside me, soft and small . . .  and my cock twitches with expectation. I could have woken her and fucked her then - what a novelty that would have been.
I'll fuck her in time.
I'll fuck her bound and with her smart mouth gagged." 
Please stop.

He finally picks Ana up from work so he can show her his "lifestyle" - I'm not even going to comment on the fact that he was waiting outside her job for hours. They are driven to a helipad, from which Christian will fly them to Seattle. After remarking that she cannot escape (creepy), he tells her that he quite likes the harness she's in.
"I want to tell her I have others, in leather, in which I'd like to see her trussed and suspended from the ceiling." -- this guy has no chill whatsoever.
Ana is feeling dubious about being in a helicopter piloted by a guy she barely knows, but Christian is very reassuring.
"'You're safe with me,' I reassure her (see?), and add, 'Well, while we're flying.'" -- finally, an accurate portrayal of their relationship.

They arrive at Christian's building, and EL can't help but throw in more uncomfortable genital references.
"'Looks good, doesn't it?' I ask, so that she'll turn and I can see her face. She does, with a huge cock-tightening grin." -- really? reeeeeally?? rEEEEAAAALLLYYYYYYY?

Once inside, the negotiations begin. Christian shows Ana his playroom, she is uncomfortable. He shows her the rules, she is uncomfortable. He asks her what she hasn't liked when she's had sex in the past and.... she's a virgin????

This next bit is gonna be kind of a long excerpt from the book, but I feel like to not include it in its entirety would be doing the ridiculousness of it a disservice.

"'Well, I've not had sex before, so I don't know,' she whispers.
The earth stops spinning.
I don't fucking believe it.
How?
Why? 
Fuck!
'Never?' I'm incredulous.
She shakes her head, eyes wide.
'You're a virgin?' I don't believe it.
She nods, embarrassed. I close my eyes. I can't look at her.
How the hell did I get this so wrong?
Anger lances through me. What can I do with a virgin? I glare at her as fury surges through my body.
'Why the fuck didn't you tell me?' I growl, and start pacing my study. What do I want with a virgin? She shrugs apologetically, at a loss for words.
'I don't understand why you didn't tell me.' The exasperation is clear in my voice.
'The subject never came up,' she says. 'I'm not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyone I meet. I mean, we hardly know each other.'
....
A startling thought occurs to me - our one kiss in the elevator, where I could have fucked her there and then - was that her first kiss?
'Have you ever been kissed, apart from by me?' Please say yes.
'Of course I have.' She looks offended. Yeah, she's been kissed, but not often. And for some reason the thought is . . . pleasing.
'And a nice young man hasn't swept you off your feet? I just don't understand. You're twenty-one, nearly twenty-two. You're beautiful.' Why hasn't some guy taken her to bed?
Shit, maybe she's religious."

His panicking continues for another full page, constantly berating her because HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE THE SEX OHMYGOD, before finally deciding that he's going to take one for the team and rectify the situation - break her in, as he says. Ugh.

So here we are. The first sex scene of the book. Everything progresses in a fairly standard way, with awkward and clumsy dialogue sprinkled in (for comedic effect, I assume).
"Oh, Ana. You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want to kiss every single inch of it."
"Mmm, I like brunettes."
"You're very beautiful, Anastasia Steele. I can't wait to be inside you." -- weird???
"I'm going to make you come like a freight train, baby."
"Don't worry. You expand too." -- literally the least sexy thing you could say to someone in this moment.
"Between each thrust I utter one word. 'You. Are. So. Sweet. I. Want. You. So. Much. You. Are. Mine.'" -- I feel like this is incredibly unnecessary, but hey. Do you. Also, I think it's worth mentioning that he also said "You. Are. So. Sweet." during the incident in the elevator, just 20 pages earlier. Maybe EL thought no one would notice.

EL's sex scenes read like any erotic fanfiction anywhere on the internet. Bizarre dialogue excepted, the entire endeavor doesn't really translate as pleasurable, so much as routine. But, the chapter ends with each of our protagonists having violent orgasms, so I guess the weird dirty talk worked. 




Chapter 6 "baby" count: 20
Total "baby" count: 29

Monday, June 29, 2015

Grey: Chapter 4 AND 5

Or, Thursday, May 19, 2011 and Friday, May 20, 2011

Yes, that's right. We're doing TWO chapters today, because chapter four is only a few pages long. Let's get to it.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

It has been four days since Christian and Ana had their awkward sort-of-but-not-really-half-date, and we begin with a Christian Grey nightmare. He wakes up in a cold sweat after dreaming whatever it is that someone like him is afraid of.
"Sitting up, I put my head in my hands as I try to calm my escalated heart rate and erratic breathing. It's been the same for the last four nights. Glancing at the clock, I see it's 3:00 a.m."

Now, instead of maybe getting some water and simply going back to bed the way you or I might, reality smacks Christian across the face and he's lost in consuming thoughts of meetings and golf. Life is so hard. As he's getting himself together, his thoughts inevitably drift to the events of last Sunday.
"... [I] catch sight of myself, dressed only in pajama pants, reflected in the glass wall on the other side of the room. I turn away in disgust.
         You turned her down.
         She wanted you.
         And you turned her down.
         It was for her own good."
Oh, this is why Ana was mad in the last chapter. Right. Don't worry Christian, I'm sure this is going to be resolved in the next few pages. It'll only hurt for a little while.

**I think it's worth noting that the pacing of this book is almost identical to Fifty Shades of Grey. So those of you (like me) who were hoping that maybe this would be a one-off, encompassing the whole story... do not get your hopes up.**


Anyway, back to Christian's angst.

He's lying in bed, not sleeping, and cursing at the news for daring to mention that a rare Jane Austen manuscript is being auctioned in London - I mean, really, where is their compassion? This man is hurting and as he so eloquently put it: 
"Even the news reminds [him] of Little Miss Bookworm." (It's like Little Miss Sunshine, but not.)
His solution to make things better is obviously to gift her extremely expensive first editions of Thomas Hardy novels ("Hardy had a dark, twisted soul. Like me.").

He apparently needs to know when she's done with school in order to mail these books to her though (honestly who the hell puts books worth thousands of dollars in the mail?????) , so he gets the same dude who did Ana's background check to find out when her last final exam is. It's tomorrow, by the way. In what may be the most uneventful 5 pages this book has seen so far, chapter 4 ends with Christian sending the books to Ana with a quote which is supposed to act as a warning(?????), telling her to stay away from him. Which she was already doing, but what do I know?

Friday, May 20, 2011

After a refreshing night's sleep, Christian is thinking clearly and is back to his old self. So naturally, when his brother, Elliot, calls asking that the two of them get out of Seattle for a couple days, Christian suggests "hiking" in Portland. Elliot and Christian have quite a lot in common, actually. 
As James puts it:
"Working and fucking: that's Elliot's raison d'etre." This could also be said of Christian, but he's deeper than that. More in touch with his emotions. There's more to him than just work and sex... you know what, forget it.
The car ride must have been torture for them because the conversation was painful to read. James truly excels at capturing the most mundane details of her characters and then focusing on them for pages on end.

They end up not going hiking, but instead go mountain biking. 
"By the end of the ride we're both filthy and exhausted.
'That was the most fun I've had with my clothes on in a while,' Elliot says as we hand the bikes over to the bellboy at The Heathman.
'Yeah,' I mutter, and then recall holding Anastasia when I saved her from the cyclist. Her warmth, her breasts pressed against me, her scent invading my senses. (Ugh).
I had my clothes on then... 'Yeah,' I murmur again."

As they're checking their phones, Elliot comments on how often a woman has been trying to contact him - and then apparently completely forgets literally everything they teach you in sex-ed.
Christian: "Maybe she's pregnant."
Elliot: "Not funny, hotshot. Besides, I haven't known her that long. Or that often."
IT ONLY TAKES ONE TIME GUYS! Remember Mean Girls??

If you saw the Fifty Shades movie, you'll have noticed that the only authentic moment for Ana is when she drunk dials Christian. She's pissed (rightfully so) that he chose to send her a ridiculously extravagant gift just days after he completely rejected her. She's celebrating the end of finals with Kate and Jose and I don't know who else, and like literally every person who has ever finished the last final exam of their college career, she's out to get trashed. So in her anger, she drunk dials Christian and he is less than thrilled.
"'Which bar?' Tell me. Anxiety blooms in my gut. She's a young woman, drunk, somewhere in Portland. She's not safe."

In his anxiety ridden state, he chooses to track her phone, WHICH HE KNOWS IS ILLEGAL, in order to find out where she is.
"But what I want is not strictly legal."
"I know this is outside the law, but she could be getting herself into trouble." -- am I supposed to swoon here? am I supposed to think it's romantic that he has no qualms about invading her privacy aside from the fact that it's against the law?  am I? because this is not cute, this is not romantic. this is fucking scary.

He bursts into the bar, asks Kate where Ana is, and after learning that she went outside, picks up her scent like a fucking bloodhound and goes to find her. He finds a door that leads outside.
"Ironically, it leads to the parking lot where Elliot and I have just been." -- this is not irony.

He finds her trying to fight off her weird friend who wants to kiss her even though she most definitely does not want to kiss him (consent? what's consent?), and is furious because 'excuse me, but the only person who can violate her lack of consent is ME'. 

Ana apologizes for being drunk and drunk dialing and throwing up everywhere (which doesn't make sense what does she have to apologize for literally none of this bullshit would have happened if you hadn't been a creep about everything), but apparently, Christian cannot choose to be a decent human being in this moment.
"'We've all been here, perhaps not quite as dramatically as you.' Why is it such fun to  tease this young woman?" 
Because, Christian.

After all, only a total douche would think that a 22 year old who is drunk at a bar at the end of her undergraduate career has an actual drinking problem, especially since she's been super sober for the last 60 pages.
"Perhaps she has a problem with alcohol. The thought is worrying, and I consider whether I should call my mother for a referral to a detox clinic."
Shut up, Christian.

Since Ana is drunk, she grabs onto Christian's arm to steady herself. Christian freaks out because I don't know why, but soon, her voice soothes his fear of her tiny hand around his bicep. 
"She's oil on my troubled, deep, dark waters."
Christian.

He takes Ana back to his hotel, justifying this because her apartment is too far of a drive from the bar. She's gross, obviously, from having thrown up all over herself, so he undresses her in the creepiest way possible.
"Then I unzip her jeans and pull them off, check the pockets before stuffing the jeans in the laundry bag. She falls back on the bed, splayed out like a starfish, all pale arms and legs, and for a moment I picture those legs wrapped around my waist as her wrists are bound to my Saint Andrew's cross."

Having one predatory moment over, Christian texts Elliot to tell him that Ana has been brought back to the hotel and is with him - just in time for another predatory moment.
"I text Elliot.
            Ana is with me.
     If you're still with Kate, tell her.
He texts by return.
            Will do.
     Hope you get laid.
     You soooo need it. ;)
His response makes me snort.
I so do, Elliot. I so do."
SHE IS UNCONSCIOUS

The chapter ends here, leaving the reader uncomfortable and dreading what comes next. I don't really know how to end this, but I have a feeling that as the book goes on, I'm going to start apologizing more and more. 

Grey: Chapter 3

Or, Sunday, May 15, 2011.

"With Moby blasting in my ears I run down Southwest Salmon Street..."

Wait wait wait. Moby? MOBY??? You want me to believe that a 28 year old billionaire is listening to an artist who's last point of relevance was winning Best Album Title at IFPI Platinum European Awards in fucking 2003?? Really????? What even are the IFPI Platinum European Awards? His last award at an American awards show (you know, where Christian Grey fucking LIVES) was the year before, in 2002 at the Billboard Music Awards. This is literally the first sentence in this chapter, Ms. James, and you've 100% lost me. Any disbelief I had willingly suspended (because let's be honest, you sort of have to), is back with a vengeance and it's all because you had to reach into the deepest archives of musical has-beens to find something that will make Christian sound "interesting" and "eclectic" and "mysterious". Why do you even need to specify what he's listening to? It doesn't add anything to his character (if anything it makes me hate him more so congrats on that fucking accomplishment). Why can't you just say that he has music blasting in his ears? It would have been just as, if not more, effective, because I wouldn't be having a bitch fit about it before moving on to the rest of your vapid novel. Fuck you.

Wow, okay. Now that I've gotten that out of my system, we can move on to the remainder of the chapter. It starts out reading like a diary entry, with Christian detailing his run, including his consideration of taking Ana on a non-date for coffee. By the time he gets back to his hotel, he is, in his words, "famished", which "[is] not a feeling [he] tolerate[s] - ever." He's so melodramatic about breakfast.

It's photoshoot time (he's gonna be in the college newspaper - the sole reason he and Ana even met) and he walks into the room and obviously sees Ana immediately.
"She's wearing tight jeans and chucks with a short-sleeved navy jacket and a white T-shirt beneath. Are jeans and chucks her signature look? While not very convenient, they do flatter her shapely legs."


Things get a little weird at the photoshoot, as Christian is incredibly bothered by Jose, a friend of Ana's who also happens to be in love with her. Think Jacob, from Twilight. (Team Jacob all the way).
As he's being photographed, he catches eyes with Ana - obviously.
"But then she bites her lip and my breath catches in my throat. Back down, Anastasia. I will her to stop staring, and as if she can hear me, she's the first to look away. Good girl."
It really doesn't take much.

After the photoshoot, Christian privately asks Ana to have coffee with him - totally a non-date guys, really - and her face, again, reacts erratically.
"I ask Ana to join me for coffee, my breath held for her response. Her long lashes flicker over her eyes."
Sorry, couldn't help it.

But good news, she says yes! 
"My relief is tangible and I grin. I have a date!" -- okay I guess this was a date. but he totally said 2 pages ago that it wasn't going to be a date ("Maybe I should take her for coffee. Like a date? Well. No. Not a date. I laugh at the ridiculous thought.") -- see? I told you.

They take the elevator down, and Christian is once again, surprised by the way Ana's (and most humans'?????) body functions.
"I'm relieved when the doors open again and I take her hand, which is cool and not clammy as expected. Perhaps I don't affect her as much as I'd like. The thought is disheartening."
-- she's attracted to you, Christian - she doesn't have the flu. although, maybe uncomfortable and sick is how you're used to women reacting to you.... 

Christian's inner monologue is horrifying. Genuinely and truly horrifying. To those who know me, think Jesse Garon's descriptive prowess. It hurts, and I may not ever look at a blueberry muffin the same way after reading this excerpt.
"She eyes the blueberry muffin as I peel back the paper, and for a moment I imagine her on her knees beside me as I feed her, a morsel at a time. The thought is diverting - and arousing."

So arousing in fact, that in the following pages, he manages to consider inviting her on a trip to both Cabo and Paris.
"Her eyes widen. They really are beautiful, the color of the ocean at Cabo, the bluest of blues. I should take her there."
"'I've never left mainland USA.' The cadence in her voice falls, tinged with regret. I could take her there." Yeah, yeah we know you're rich and all that but are you actually talking about taking her there to enjoy herself or are you working up some elaborate plan to kidnap her and have her buried in the Paris Catacombs? These are the real questions.

They finish up their insanely awkward half-date and Christian offers to walk her back to her car. Just as he's having an actual human moment ("I can't shake how agreeable her hand feels in mine. Maybe this could work."), the illusion is shattered. When Ana tells him she mostly wears jeans (because jeans are common staple pieces of clothing that require very little maintenance and are in general wonderful things???????), Christian gets extra creepy.
"...and it's two strikes against her: incurable romantic who only wears jeans . . . I like my women in skirts. I like them accessible."

And finally, in a totally expected and not at all surprising series of events, Christian manages to lead Ana on and crush her poor fragile heart, all in a matter of a page and a half. She wants romance and we all know Christian is soulless and can never give that to her, even if he's thinking weird things about holding her hand and getting jealous that she may or may not have a boyfriend. When we leave them Ana is furious with Christian for I don't really know what, but something bad enough that she storms off without giving him a second look. She's very complicated. 

"She turns away and strides up the street towrd the underground garage. I watch her go, hoping that she'll give me a second look, but she doesn't. She disappears into the building, leaving in her wake a trace of regret, the memory of her beautiful blue eyes, and the scent of an apple orchard in the fall."



Unfortunately, there is no "baby" count to report this chapter. Do not fret though - we start emailing in the next chapter, and "Laters, baby" becomes a thing, so. You all have that to look forward to.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Grey: Chapter 2

Or, Saturday, May 14, 2011.

When we last saw Christian, he had just had what was apparently the most exciting interaction of his young, disturbed life. So captivated by Anastasia and her plain, mousy, personality-less self, the chapter ended with him getting a background check on her.

The background check has lots of information in it that no reader was ever going to wonder about ever, but here it is anyway.

ANASTASIA ROSE STEELE (ew, we share middle names)

DOB:                      Sept. 10, 1989, Montesano, WA
Address:                 1114 SW Green Street, Apartment 7, Haven Heights, Vancouver, WA                                98888
Mobile No:            360-959-4352 (if we called this number would we get an actual                                        person or do you think EL James purchased the phone number                                      and recorded her own special message?)
SSN:                      987-65-4320 (same here - did she just steal and widely broadcast                                    someone else's SSN??)
Bank:                     Wells Fargo Bank, Vancouver, WA:
                                   Acct. No.: 309361 (really? why does he need this? oh wait.)
                                   $631.16 balance (really?????)
Occupation:           Undergraduate Student
                               WSU Vancouver College of Arts and Sciences
                               English Major
GPA:                      4.0
Prior Education:     Montesano Jr. Sr. High School
SAT Score:             2150 (sorry but I'm totally calling bullshit here)
Employment:         Clayton's Hardware Store, NW Vancouver Drive, Portland, OR (part-                                  time)
Father:                    Franklin A. Lambert, DOB: Sept. 1, 1969
                               Deceased Sept. 11, 1989
Mother:                  Carla May Wilks Adams
                               DOB: July 18, 1970
                               m. Frank Lambert March 1, 1989, (shotgun wedding much?)
                               widowed Sept. 11, 1989
                               m. Raymond Steele June 6, 1990,
                               divorced July 12, 2006 (on my 17th birthday)
                                   m. Stephen M. Morton Aug. 16, 2006 (YOU GOT DIVORCED A MONTH                                      AGOOOOOO)
                               divorced Jan. 31, 2007 (yeah no one saw that coming)
                               m. Bob Adams April 6, 2009

This also includes her political affiliations, religious affiliations, sexual orientation, and relationship status, of which there is no information. She has no known boyfriend and this is obviously a HUGE deal because it means that Christian can just find himself sitting in his car outside of her place of work being a total creep.

"I recall the question she asked during the interview, her acute embarrassment, the way her skin flushed a pale rose... I've been suffering from these lascivious thoughts since I met her."

-- lascivious: adj.; filled with or showing sexual desire
          **are you SURE that's the word you were looking for?**

Entering the hardware store, totally aware that he's behaving like a stalker ("I haven't mentioned her to Flynn, and I'm glad because I'm now behaving like a stalker" - his words, not mine), Christian surveys his surroundings, making sure his observations are as bizarre as possible.

"I'd forgotten the possibilities that a hardware store could present to someone like me."

He finds Ana quickly, thanks to his trusty stalker skills, and proceeds to make her, and us, extremely uncomfortable.

"There are a few items I need. To start with, I'd like some cable ties." 
"Oh, this is going to be fun. You'd be amazed what I can do with a few cable ties, baby." 

"She is affected by me. Hope blooms in my chest." -- you might wanna get that looked at.
"She's not gay, then. I smirk." -- oh good. this book would be even worse if you were the only heterosexual one.

We've finally arrived at the cable ties, and Christian is extra pleased:
"I select the longer ties. They are more flexible, after all, as they can accommodate two ankles and two wrists at once." 

Christian's shopping list is not long, and after the cable ties, he asks to see the masking tape. Obviously. On the way, he attempts small talk.

"'Have you worked here long?' Of course, I already know the answer." -- just make sure you don't say this shit out loud, man. she might actually figure out what a deranged person you are.

Christian selects the wider masking tape (it works better as a gag, apparently. and no, I'm not kidding), and as she hands it to him, their fingers brush against each other. Christian's body reacts, but not in the way you might expect:
"As she passes it to me, the tips of our fingers touch, briefly. It resonates in my groin. Damn!"

The last thing I'll say about his shopping excursion (because frankly, it's getting painful) is his thoughts on rope. 
"'I'll take five yards of the natural filament rope, please.' It's coarser and chafes more if you struggle against it... my rope of choice."

Now that Christian has all of his very necessary items, he asks Ana what her "thing" is. Obviously, books are her thing - the classics, British literature, etc. How very Bella Swan of you. 

When Ana calls Christian to confirm doing a photoshoot, she's breathy and nervous, almost like she's just discovered her boyfriend is a vampire. 
"'Miss Steele. How nice to hear from you.' I hear her breath hitch and the sound travels directly to my groin." -- this just in, Christian's dick has ears.

With the photoshoot set up, Christian is pleased. As he gazes pensively out of his hotel room window, the sky gets dark (because it's night time, wow) and he has one final thought:

"How the hell am I going to close this deal?"

Ugh.




Chapter 2 "baby" count: 3
Total "baby" count: 9

54 Thoughts While Watching "Ouija"

The first time I watched this movie, I went with a guy from work, on whom I had a rather large crush. We both knew we weren't in for cinematic genius, but it ended up being so bad, I bought him ice cream to make up for dragging him out there. Now here I am, watching it a second time with my sister, and I can't help but wonder if it will be worse because I don't harbor any sexual attraction for my movie partner.


  1. movie starts out with very strict rules. obviously no one is going to break them very soon. 
  2. "You can never ever play alone." *plays alone* THESE ARE YOUR RULES
  3. what kind of parent buys their 7 year old a ouija board anyway?
  4. *begins to tell story about ouija board that probably has a lot to do with the plot* *nevermind i'm just being crazy*
  5. --why do demons only care about opening your doors first? no one gets to the point anymore --
  6. *ouija board burns* *JUST KIDDING I'M BACK BITCHES*
  7. --she's going to hang herself with her fairy lights. the most bizarrely cheerful possessed suicide ever--
  8. "okay they always talk about how ouija boards and things can bring things into your house but do you ever think that watching movies about that kind of stuff can do the same thing?" - the sister gets  philosophical
  9. --typical I DO NOT WANT TO SIT DOWN FOR THIS NEWS I SHOULD TOTALLY SIT DOWN FOR cliche--
  10. "why would she do this to herself?" "we'll never know" OR WILL WE
  11. "can you go around back and check the pool cover?" --why are we always splitting up in the murder house?--
  12. *stumbles across ouija board* "I never even got to say goodbye" --yeah this isn't foreshadowing or anything
  13. "PEOPLE ARE SO DUMB" - sister
  14. "do you ever feel like even after someone is gone you can talk to them?" "yeah but you can't sooooo?" *OUIJA BOARD EPIPHANY*
  15. -- no one notices that all the chairs around that table are pulled out for you? no one? just me? okay.--
  16. "I don't even think I believe in these things" --tooooo bad it's gonna kill you either way
  17. "As friends we gather, hearts are true. Spirits here, we call to you." -- see that's your first fucking problem in the realm of the dead BE SPECIFIC
  18. "who is this?" *board gives you the letter D* "DEBBIE IT IS YOU IT CANNOT POSSIBLY BE ANYONE ELSE"
  19. "Was there something I could have done? Is there anything we could have done to help you? Is there anything you want to tell us?" --guys this thing has to fucking spell out everything! one question at a time plz
  20. *boyfriend of dead girl gets pushed head first into a mirror* "DEBBIE IS HERE" - and apparently Debbie secretly hated her boyfriend? okay.
  21. "rule one: never play alone." *plays alone* - stupidity is contagious, even in the afterlife
  22. *grandmother finds planchette. has to move paper on only partially concealed board to realize what it is* NEVER TOUCH THIS, GRANDDAUGHTER
  23. -- this surface is flat why did you jump off your bike and start walking instead i do not understand --
  24. 'hm, this is uncomfortable and i am afraid if only there was a way for me to make a quick exit. perhaps something on two wheels that would allow me to move at optimum speed. no, can't think of anything like that. guess i'll just walk."
  25. *demon communicates with everyone by writing 'hi friend' on their property* "wow, he's making a lot of friends today" - sister
  26. --oh we're going back to the ouija board. sure. obviously.--
  27. --this girl has either the most loyal or the most idiotic friends ever. maybe both--
  28. *group collectively realizes they ae not talking to debbie* 'oops. i mean. we all make mistakes, right?'
  29. -- see this is the shit that happens when you don't let it finish spelling its name --
  30. *ouija board flies into the air* 'see guys wasn't this a good idea'
  31. 'what if we broke some sort of rule?' "YOU DIDN'T SAY GOODBYE" - sister
  32. *awkward 'everything has changed since we were tormented by a ghost' eye contact montage*
  33. *first friend dies* --everyone is going to die but the one who deserves it.--
  34. -- RIP Isabelle --
  35. 'you made us play and now we're all angry with you' YES THIS IS THE RIGHT ATTITUDE GOOD JOB
  36. -- typical "there's a box of creepy shit in the attic that is totally gonna be useful" cliche
  37. "From the look of these photos, I'd say these are the late 40s/early 50s." -- really? is that what your very sophisticated 17 year old brain tells you?
  38. "LOOK I FOUND A MAGIC ARTICLE THAT'S GOING TO LEAD US TO EXACTLY THE PERSON WE NEED TO TALK TO YOU'RE WELCOME I AM AMAZING"
  39. "I guess they just let anyone visit people in psych wards."
  40. -- oh look it's the lady from Insidious, here to explain the whole plot to us --
  41. -- okay we now know the whole back story and literally everything else that's going to happen in the next 25 minutes. thank you for making the end a total waste of time --
  42. "OH SHIT NOT PETE! GIVE PETE BACK!" - sister
  43. -- your flashlight is dying because you're taking a thousand years to do the thing and fix this shit --
  44. *everything is fine* *JUST KIDDING I'M BACK BITCHES*
  45. "nooooooooooooooooooo not pete!" - sister
  46. -- RIP Pete --
  47. THE CRAZY INSIDIOUS WOMAN LIED TO ME OHMYGOD I TOTALLY DID NOT SEE THIS COMING EVEN A LITTLE BIT I AM SHOCKED AND APPALLED 
  48. *grandma please help us because we definitely did not listen to you*
  49. Movie: "Trevor?" Sister: "Trevor is dying." Movie; "Where is he?" Sister: "DYING"
  50. -- RIP Trevor --
  51. -- aw yisss the original dead chick is back and she is pissed --
  52. *ouija board burns for the second time*
  53. -- and yeah, as previously stated, the chick who deserved to die is the one who lives. --
  54. *JUST KIDDING THE BOARD IS BACK BITCHES*


Welp. Aside from my sister screaming when she got a text message, that was much more underwhelming than the first time around. Now you lucky readers don't have to watch it. You can thank me in the comments.