So at the end of the last chapter we found out that Christian was born in Detroit, and that’s also where Jack “Creepy-awful-scary-rapist-dude” Hyde is from.
I’m getting kind of weirded out about how there’s actually kind of a plot happening in this book. Like, there are actual things that happen and there’s an actual bad guy and there are things that are actually at stake and it’s almost like this is an actual book instead of a giant pile of vulture shit.
Don’t get me wrong, it still IS a giant pile of vulture shit, but instead of being just a pile, it’s a pile that is shaped vaguely like a book.
So Ana instantly is a really annoying narrator and keeps asking questions in her head like “What does this have to do with Jack??” WOW REALLY SUBTLE E.L. JAMES. See, you’re supposed to make me think these questions without explicitly TELLING ME what questions I should be thinking. I hate when books do that.
And then Christian keeps trying to say that his past is in the past and it doesn’t matter any more.
EVEN THOUGH HIS PAST IS THE “REASON” WHY HE FEELS THE NEED TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ANA IN ORDER TO GET OFF.
YOU CREEPY FUCK.
IF IT ISN’T BECAUSE OF YOUR HORRIBLE TRAUMATIZING PAST, THEN YOU’RE JUST A GIANT AWFUL PIECE OF SHIT HUMAN BEING WHOCHOOSESTO WANT TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIS WIFE.
Although even if it is because of your traumatizing past, you’re still a giant piece of shit bastard. It’s just a matter of whether or not you actively choose to want to do that.
Christian just makes me so fucking mad. a;sldfkjasero
“Do you still love me?” he asks.
“Of course I do. Christian, I will always love you. No matter what you do to me.”
I HATE YOU BOTH SO GODDAMNED MUCH. PLEASE DIE IN A FIRE.