Mark Reads 'Eclipse': Chapter 5
In the fifth chapter of Eclipse, Bella spends more time with Jacob, which Meyer uses as an opportunity to fill in more backstory for why werewolves are the way they are and why Jacob is the most awesome person ever. Oh yeah, except for that imprinting thing. Yeah, Meyer introduces the theme of "imprinting," which is a combination between predestination and something akin to rape. It doesn't get any less weird. Intrigued? Then it's time for Mark to read Eclipse.
I'm getting to old for this shit.
CHAPTER 5: IMPRINT
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He looked up at me swiftly, hearing the double edge in my words. "Will he be mad at you?"
"Yes," I admitted. "He really hates it when I do things I consider...risky."
No, he hates it when you're trying to be an individual and make your own decisions.
- "Am I the only one who has to get old? I get older every day!" I nearly shrieked, throwing my hands in the air. Some little part of me recognized that I was throwing a Charlie-esque fit, but that rational part was greatly overshadowed by this rational part. "Damn it! What kind of world is this? Where's the justice?"
I want you to take note of two things here: first, Bella is actually complaining, outloud and with witnesses present, that she feels there is no justice in the world because she has to age with all 9 billion other people on the planet, while a small faction of vampires and werewolves do not have to. (And, actually, it's only the vampires, as werewolves do age once they can control their transformations.)
Seriously. And Charlie believes she's a non-whiney.
Charlie constitutes my second point. Somehow, Bella believes that her fit reminds her of Charlie, who, in fact, has not really thrown a fit before. Ever. And certainly not about ago.
What a self-important, privileged asshole.
And that brings us to imprinting. I'd like to explain it to you. I really would. But even Meyer's characters don't understand it.
- "It's one of those bizarre things we have to deal with. It doesn't happen to everyone. In fact, it's the rare exception, not the rule."
Ok, Jacob, so what is it?
- "Sometimes...we don't exactly know why...we find our mates that way." His eyes flashed back to me, his face reddening. "I mean...our soul mates."
Ok, Jacob. But what is it?
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"What way? Love at first sight?" I snickered.
Jacob wasn't smiling. His dark eyes were critical of my reaction. "It's a little bit more powerful than that. More absolute."
Ok. Jacob. We get it. What the fuck is it?
- "It's not easy to explain. It doesn't matter, anyway."
YOU COCKTEASE. WHAT THE FUCK. STOP IT.
We're then told a story about how Sam came to love Emily. Same used to date Emily's cousin until the day he saw Emily. Then he "imprinted" on her and then they fell in love? I don't get it. Then we find out Jared also imprinted on some girl (WHILE IN CLASS, BY THE WAY) and it's a good thing she happened to fall in love with him because she had a crush on Jared.
If I understand it, Meyer has given all the male werewolves the power to choose their soulmate (or have it chosen for them) and has removed any and all consent for these "destined" relationships from the females. Which sounds a lot like the beginning of what rape is all about: the transfer of power away from one party to the other, who holds all the power.
Rape is about power. Imprinting is about power. Please, someone come shoot me and bury every copy of this books with me in the coffin.
That's all that happens, besides Bella and Jacob saying their goodbyes, unsure of when they are going to talk to again. Meyer's doing that thing where all her chapters are 15 pages long and unnecessarily split up for dramatic effect. Which leaves me with little to be "inspired" by. So deal.
I go on tour with AFI on Monday, but I'll do my best to post as many of these as I can.
| Posted by Mark Reads Twilight on 10/30/2009 7:01 PM | Visits: 3,500 |
If you can't have your characters explain it properly, don't bring into the story, because if they don't understand it, then you probably don't understand it.
Sheesh, Smeyer just fails a little more with each passing day.
Because, you know, they believe in TEH TRU LUV.
What right has Bella Swan to judge other people's relationships. SRSLY WTF.
"What? How?"
"By reading the Twilight Saga."
Because it's so very, very bad it gives me giggle fits.
Now.. Back on topic...
I don't even know what to say.......
You're going on tour with AFI??!! AWESOME!!!! What will you be doing??
I would not demean your death by causing you to be buried with this crap for all eternity, that sounds way too much Twilight fanatic for me. Like the request of some suicidal Twilight fan who killed herself because her Edward left and now she wants to be buried with everything Twilight and have a Twilight themed funeral. I would however, gladly burn/shred/turn into kitty litter every copy I could get a hold of (freely of course I'm not spending money on that shit). :)
fuck this stuff, bury it alone, and ENJOY A FIRE INSIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(thats what one part in me says.. the other wants you to read until the the end, so bad.. ;) )
but please dont wish someone to shoot you.. bury the books is enough already..
have fun mark!! and a little fire inside.. ;) so youll get trough this..
Again with a short confession, I am relatively untested when it comes to romance (only one short lived actual relationship), the one thing I found out is when it comes to love it doesn't happen due to some imaginary force telling you who you love, and that there is nothing you can do about it. That was the main problem I had with Romeo and Juliet in retrospect. Love is always, to me, mainly been a choice, choosing who you love based on what they are to you and how you actually feel about them. The first time I truly confessed to someone it was someone who I never realized I loved till I had thought about it and that was just under a year ago. The actual wording I said to her was "I thought about it a lot, and I think I'm in love with you". Only after thinking about it for about two months did I realize the feelings I had for her, and I chose to act on those feelings and confess. In short I chose who I wanted to be with, nothing or no one made me love her it was my choice to say who I loved.