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Let me tell you something, I live my life in this insane fantasy. Now I feel like this whole fantasy is crashing down and I don’t even know what to do. Goodness gracious, life sucks right now…
As she spoke I noticed the large wooden door creak open slightly a few feet behind her. In streaked in a tall shadowed figure that ducked behind one of the larger stone pillars by the altars. I looked back at Heather and nodded my head in agreement although I had no clue what she had said. She kept talking, satisfied that I seemed to be listening and agreeing, and as she did the figure stepped out from behind the pillar.
The shape climbed up onto one of the altars silently and stood by the pool in its center. A bright ray of light shone on the pool and as the shape approached the light it removed the dark hood and revealed a striking boy no older than the rest of the girls in the room. The boy bent down into the pool and kneeled into a praying position. He closed his eyes and left his hands folded in front of him.
I strained my ears to hear his prayer but heard nothing. He seemed to shimmer in the light that shone in on the pool. Every inch of him was the most alive I’d ever seen anything. He turned his face up in to the light, eyes still shut in silence. I took in every inch of him that I could from where I sat. Every angle of his face was defined and prominent. Every muscle in his arms poised and ready for flight.The light caught his blond hair, the curls that fell at the nape of his neck ignited in shimmering gold. He glistened like beauty had dripped from the sun and taken form in the pool.
“Jaslynn, what are you staring at?”" Heather snapped
The boys eyes shot open and he jerked his head instantly in my direction. His piercing blue eyes locked on mine and I forgot how to breath. Screeches rose deafeningly from all over the room and in an instant the girls ran towards him, weapons in hand. He was much faster then all of the however and he jumped out of the pool and made his way toward the door.
The girls had blocked it off quickly but he climbed the book shelves that lined the walls and narrowly escaped their arrows. Up in to the ancient rafters the boy climbed and he stopped only when he stood by the window where they light shone in to illuminate the pools. Here he turned to stare at me again. I was frozen where I sat and when our eyes met once again it was as if someone had hit me in the chest.
From the corner of my eye I noticed Heather signature red arrow flying directly at him. Heather never missed her target. In my head I knew what he was. I knew why I should hate him, why I should have moved to attack him like the rest of my sisters. But I couldn’t. Instead I screamed for him to move as loud as I could.
He turned just as the arrow missed his heart and dug into his arm. He hesitated no further and struggling lifted himself out of the small circular window.
Regaining my composure I ran and stood right under the window the boy had just hoisted himself through. Staring up at it, a single drop of blood fell from where it had smeared on the stone and landed on my pristine white dress.
OH. MY. GOD.
I actually have things to do today so I won’t stay up till sunrise discussing how PERFECT this film was but expect it soon.
I have to express myself about it and since the gorgeous Josh Hutcherson or the impeccable Woody Harrelson don’t know (or probably care) that I exist you get to hear it.
And you will hear it!
Well maybe I haven’t portrayed it 100% here but I’m a pretty weird person. I won’t go barreling around confidently if I don’t know my surroundings or the people around me but once I’m comfortable I can get pretty strange.
Take me at home for example. Basically me in my habitat and at my most secure. I’m fully convinced that my neighbors think I’m odd or that my family is strange because of the weird yells and sounds that may occasionally sneak out from my apartment.
My parents call me dramatic and well I am. My dad once gave me a dollar for going to the store and I went crazy and started screaming “Oh thank you baby Jesus!” I don’t really know why but I was smiling and soon enough so were my parents. I scream when I shouldn’t and I dance around my apartment 85% of the time just because I can.
My friends are the same way which I love. I know I can be weird and sing Disney while I’m with them cause they’re used to it and will join me rather than judge me. Pretty freaking awesome.
But when you meet someone new its always difficult to gauge when they’ve gotten a whiff of the crazy you store deep within. I spend time watching and analyzing what they’re like to try and figure out what they’re reactions will be.
Not that by not being crazy around someone is being fake. Its like going to work, somethings are not acceptable or normal and you shouldn’t do it in a professional setting. Meeting someone new and controlling yourself around them is more of a courtesy, it can be off putting if you unleash the same amount of crazy that you unleash at home on someone who’s just used to the weird way you eat your bagels in the morning. Not that I eat bagels weirdly I just really dislike cream cheese.
I was thinking about all this earlier. I’m making new friends here and there and its like “where do you draw the line with this person? And what about that one?” I feel like it goes for not just crazy but with how you talk to people too ya know?
One person in particular strikes me as super calm and quiet and I’m like “well bro, I don’t know what angle to approach this because sometimes I saw weird things and you’re going to look at me like I just killed a puppy or something and I would never kill a puppy.”
Does this make any sense? Maybe I should start sleeping with a better schedule because 3:38 am posts may or may not be disoriented and strange.
This is Xiomara, who is quite hungry right now, signing off.
Hello fellow earthlings! I’m going to try to keep this post from being rant-y, although that really isn’t a word, but I make no promises. This just so happens to be a slightly touchy subject for me and I get so ANNOYED!
When people say that the book is always better than the movie they really aren’t kidding. It’s rare that the movie is better. At least I haven’t found many instances, actually any that I can think of for that matter, where the movie is better than the book. If you have you are more than welcome to let me know!
My most recent frustration has been with The Mortal Instruments: The City of Bones starring Lily Collins and Jamie Campbell Bower. A lot of people argue that if a book is turned into a film then you should read the book first before seeing it, while others argue the opposite. I don’t really have an opinion. When The Perks of Being A Wallflower came out I read the book then saw the film and this time I saw the film before I read the book. Unpopular opinion alert! I didn’t really like the book or the movie too much. It was Catcher in the Rye-esqe for me but that is an entirely different post. There isn’t much difference for me when it comes to which medium of the story I attack first. Sure when you see the movie first you can’t always re-imagine the characters in your head because you’ve got the cast already stuck in your head. That’s not always a bad thing though. Sometimes the casting is so perfect you don’t want to replace anyone in the cast. For example, The Hunger Games. I honestly don’t think I could recast the movie. I wasn’t completely thrilled with the first installment of the film but it’s mostly because of the way it was filmed and not because the actors didn’t fit. But I am pretty anxious to see how they get Katniss inside the Governors house if they left MADGE out of the film?! Of course this post isn’t about that franchise so I’m not even going to get into it.
But The Mortal Instruments! C’mon! You have all this material to work with. The story, the characters, the entire universe is all set out for you. How could you mess that up? I mean really? I mean I understand the desire to avoid a 3 hour movie but you know what you can get things right without making it 3 hours long. Not everything has to be LOTR or Hobbit length but you can still do justice to the book.
So in the book our protagonist Clarissa “Clary” Fray finds out she’s not who she thinks she is and her mother isn’t who she thinks she is and all this is included in the film. I did actually like how they interpreted her mental block on her abilities showing through by her inadvertently drawing a rune she wasn’t supposed to know. But the rest of it. A whole lot of it actually, was left out entirely and it actually is pretty ridiculous that they did.
Maybe if I list it, I’ll find it easier to not rant. So here goes:
1. They turned our main character into a complete weakling.
Shes become a total spazz! I don’t mind Lily Collins. Despite her being the one person in the cast that I actually replaced. She isn’t exactly what I imagine when I read the description our author Cassandra Clare provided. Despite that, I can live with Lily’s acting. I can’t live with the fact that in the film version, she does absolutely nothing. She threw the knife, killed one vampire, and that’s it. In the novel Clary kills the ravener demon all by herself and Jace doesn’t show up till after its dead. In the film she does nothing and Jace magically shows up and kills it for her. In the novel she is as fiery as her hair and she slaps the guy she eventually falls in love with. I’m not going to get into my issue with novel heroines falling in love despite their lives being in mortal danger! I get it that its a key part in YA novels, or at least it must be because it happens over and over again. Which is why I love Katniss so much, she doesn’t love Peeta until she has the moment to realize that she does. In the arena, when she’s in fire fights, not then does she think to herself “Goodness I’m in love with Peeta”….But I feel like I’m ranting once more so back into what I was originally saying. She SLAPS him! Straight across the face. She argues and fights and she’s much stronger than the movie paints her. That royally pissed me off.
2. Countless interesting aspects of the story were left out, scaled down or changed.
- Luke is more than Clary’s mom’s random werewolf boyfriend/not boyfriend. He used to be a shadowhunter too. Totally left out. Okay well not totally but its only hinted at. He’s shown in this split second clip and its hinted at that he was a shadowhunter but how he became a werewolf was left out. How he became the leader of the wolf pack was left out. Luke, or Lucien as he’s revealed to be named in the book, is such an interesting character. He’s quite strong and capable and you never really see that in the movie.
- Simon wasn’t actually kidnapped by those Vampires at the party. The vamps didn’t want the cup. He was accidentally turned into a rat while trying to impress Isabelle and taken on account of “Man, I thought he was Zeke. I wondered why he was copping such an attitude” (208). Also, Isabelle and Alec didn’t actually go with Clary and Jace to rescue him. They didn’t even realize he needed rescuing. This was left out.
- Hodge’s betrayal is turned into nothing more than an act of fear. HODGE BETRAYS EVERYONE ON A PRETTY LARGE SCALE GUYS! I feel like that’s a pretty big thing. I mean I’m about to start reading the second book and maybe I’m wrong, I don’t think I’m going to be wrong because I know about betrayal in real life and when I someone betrays you the way Hodge betrays the group you don’t come back from that. In the movie Hodge betrays them and then helps them. In the book he almost kills Clary and then leaves. Disappears.
- Hodge’s weirdo bird Hugo is this docile unimportant character in the movie. In the book he almost gouges out Clary’s eyes. That would have been a pretty bad ass scene!
- The Lightwoods were part of the Circle, followers of Valentine, and the reason that Alec and Isabelle were born and raised in New York instead of Idris is because they were exiled with their parents. Never mentioned.
- Also Idris is never mentioned.
- No vampire motorcycles, another bad-ass scene.
- No Clary slapping Jace. BADASSERY MISSING!!!
- The scene where Clary questions Isabelle about Alec’s sexuality is way too brief. I feel like that’s a super sensitive and important scene. These kids are between the ages of 15 and 18. They’re precicely that, kids. And their caratcters are loveable and strong because they have so many insecurities and faults. The movie really doesn’t portray any of that. It’s too fast paced too much fantasy. The Mortal Instruments works as a book for me because its more than fantasy. Its reality. Similar to why The Walking Dead is so popular. You can watch the Resident Evil movies a million times and the characters still remain hollow and empty next to the Walking Dead’s characters. Sure there’s the it’s a tv series vs a movie but whatever. I can’t with this right now.
- Isabelle’s cooking
- No Abbadon. BADASSERY missing!!!!!
- In the book Jace is completely convinced that Valentine is his father. There’s explanation of how he was taken from his mother and how Valentine pretended to be Micheal Wayland so that Jace would never know and then staged his own murder. In the book Jace almost assists in Valentines escape and needs a WHOLE lot of convincing from Clary to fight against him. In the movie we get one flashback and then he’s back on Clary’s side in an instant. I get the whole love thing but I like that aspect. Jace plays this nonchalant, rude, self-absorbed guy but he’s got so much hidden under it. He’s so much more as a person and we barely see that in the film.
- At the end of the movie the cup is in the institute with Clary. In the end of the novel it actually isn’t which is what keeps the door open for a sequel.
I fell like I could go on for much longer but I won’t I feel the rant coming on. It might have been on for a while so let me apologize once more for it. I realize I might get a lot of bad feedback from this especially from M.I. fan girls and fan boys. But as I’m sure I said before MY opinion is something I will NEVER apologize for. Getting rant-y, sure. What I think. NEVER.
I did actually like the movie though. Favorite scene? The Vampire fight when Clary hides with Simon under the table and Jace stabs a vamp and it goes through the table and scares Clary. Jace’s face. HILARIOUS.
Also all the casting felt pretty awesome, Although from the book’s description I would’ve gone a brighter red-head for Clary. I’m thinking Molly C. Quinn (she plays Castle’s Daughter in the TV series Castle). She’s who I envision as Clary. I am a sucker for red-headed people though.
Speaking of awesome casting, I have developed a serious crush on Jamie Campbell Bower since this movie. I mean I’d seen him before but it never really hit me. Besides being an obvious pretty boy, which I’ve got a slight weakness for, he’s got one of those infectious smiles. Betcha kissing him on-screen wasn’t too difficult was it Lily? Anyway I doubt he Googles himself often or would even bother to read my rant-y post but if by any chance he ever does I’m turning on my Joey Tribianni smirk and offering up a very serious “How you doin?”
Is that desperate? Nahh.
Well, thanks for putting up with me once more. Hopefully, I can start book two this week. This is Xiomara, hoping that the odds will be ever in your favor, signing out.
It’s not when you turn 18 first off. Let me clarify that right off the bat. I don’t consider myself a full fledged adult. I’ve got this set of requirements in my head that make me see people as adults and I will be the first to say I don’t meet some. But it appalls me that when our jobs are at risk I behave more like an adult that those 4-5 years older than me and with more responsibility.
I don’t have any pressing bills that need to be paid. I live with my parents. I don’t have any children that depend on me to live. But how is it that if you have all these things YOU still manage to show up late more than 5 times a month? And you think its okay?!
I get so frustrated with some people sometimes.
I’ve spent this entire day in the library. I meant only to drop in for a new book but I haven’t been able to move from this spot. I haven’t been able to think past this moment. I haven’t been able to do anything but sit here.
Libraries have entire decades of newspapers archived. The librarian told me that the older ones are on machines with dials and the newer ones are on computers with touch screens. The touch screens can access newsreels too she told me. I asked her if the story on my mother would be on the touchscreens. She nodded but asked me if I was sure I wanted to see it. I wasn’t sure but I said I was.
My mother was lying there in the photo. Her eyes had this terrible blank stare. Her legs were contorted weirdly around her where she lay and on her neck you could see the hand prints that had stolen her last breath.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I could hardly breath.
I looked at my mother again. She had gone for a run. That I knew, that was clear. I stared at her. Her clothing was ripped and covered in dirt. She’d worn a sweat shirt and running shorts.
Why was she wearing shorts? I always felt that my mother knew she was beautiful, she knew that she was amazing and she used it for good but why not cover herself?
After I got back from the college program there was so much I’d learned. I realized why people like Abigail were thrown to one side in favor of the Barbie-esqe resident. I realized that men see women like my mother much like they see a piece of meat. Sitting here in the library I am so angry. I am so hurt. I am so…..
I lost my mother and it was worse than losing my sight. I gained my sight and now I am sitting here, reliving my mothers death, and its like I’ve lost her all over again.
I can’t understand why she would go out like that? I can’t exactly understand why it bothers me? She always told me that I should be whatever I wanted to be and be whoever I wanted to be and do whatever I wanted to do. So why did I care now?
I cared because I’d lost her. I cared because some creep saw her and decided he wanted her. When he couldn’t have her he took her for himself and from everyone else. I care because she was my mother. I care because she is me and I am her.
She raised me and cared for me even when the world said I wouldn’t be able to do anything on my own. She made me independent and she made me brave and she was six feet under for longer than I was able to see. I was my mothers daughter.
I began to breath.
My mother always said to be “Be comfortable in your skin. You are who you are and you are perfection just this way.” I loved my mother for that. So why shouldn’t I be proud of her. They said she was a fighter. They said the man that killed her had a black eye and a terrible gash across his cheek from her keys. She was 100% comfortable with who she was and she fought for herself and she fought for me.
I love my mother, I can’t believe I was almost mad at her. It wasn’t her, it was him. Whoever this man was killed my mother for his own desires. He thought that his manhood was better than my mothers right to be who she was. Than my mothers life.
I’d seen it at the college too. The guys treated their girlfriends like items they could return to the store when they were tired of them. Their girlfriends got mad and they said something sweet or yelled at them and they “fixed” it. And their girls? They just put up with it. Like they couldn’t get anything better.
They could. Women, we could do better. We don’t have to settle for a man- or a woman- who treats us like we’re nothing. Disabled people, we could do better. We don’t have to be treated as incapable. We don’t have to be pitied. It seems like the longer I can see the worse things are.
My mother was powerful and I she made me powerful. All this time watching other people I noticed how hard it was for me to be one of those people. I spent so much time watching that I didn’t act but that’s over. If Abigail were here now, if she asked me again what I wanted to be this time I would have an answer.
What do I want to be?
I want to be the person that changes the world.