Tuesday, 22 May 2018

Romanticised Abuse: Rhysand and Feyre in ACOTAR

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First off, I just want to clarify that this discussion is about Feyre and Rhys in A Court of Thorns and Roses. I am not going to address their relationship in A Court of Mist and Fury because that would require me to re-read that book and frankly it was bad enough having to re-read these sections of ACOTAR. So no thanks. That's a discussion for another day. 

The section of A Court of Thorns and Roses I'm going to addressing in this post revolves around Rhys and Feyre's relationship towards the end of the book. Feyre has ventured 'Under the Mountain' to free Tamlin, and finds herself at Amarantha's - the villain's - mercy. I can't relay everything about the story, so this post will make more sense if you've already read the book ;)  

Anyhow. Moving on. 

Context: Feyre has been taken by servants, on Rhys' orders, and is being dressed in clothes he's picked out for her. Night after night, she will be accompanying him to dancing and banqueting Under the Mountain; she has no say in the matter, and Rhys is doing it to 1) spite Tamlin, who's forced to watch as Rhys interacts with Feyre, and 2) to show his ownership of her because of the bargain they struck. Her body's been inked to show evidence of this bargain she's made with him (the bargain is irrelevant to this discussion, so I'm not going into that. But just FYI: the bargain is not that she's agreed to go to this party dressed like that. It's something else). 

But from the neck down, I was a heathen god’s plaything. They had continued the pattern of the tattoo on my arm, and once the blue-black paint had dried, they placed on me a gauzy white dress. If you could call it a dress. It was little more than two long shafts of gossamer, just wide enough to cover my breasts, pinned at each shoulder with gold brooches. The sections flowed down to a jeweled belt slung low across my hips, where they joined into a single piece of fabric that hung between my legs and to the floor. It barely covered me, and from the cold air on my skin, I knew that most of my backside was left exposed. The cold breeze caressing my bare skin was enough to kindle my rage.
The two High Fae ignored my demands to be clothed in something else, their impossibly shadowed faces veiled from me, but held my arms firm when I tried to rip the shift off.
 “I wouldn’t do that,”a deep, lilting voice said from the doorway. Rhysand was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
 I should have known it was his doing, should have known from the matching designs all over my body.
  “Our bargain hasn’t started yet,” I snapped. The instincts that had once told me to be quiet around Tam and Lucien utterly failed me when Rhysand was near.
  “Ah, but I need an escort for the party.” His violet eyes glittered with stars. “And when I thought of you squatting in that cell all night, alone …” He waved a hand, and the faerie servants vanished through the door behind him.
 I flinched as they walked through the wood—no doubt an ability everyone in the Night Court possessed—and Rhysand chuckled.
 “You look just as I hoped you would.” ……………..
 “Is this necessary?” I said, gesturing to the paint and clothing.
  “Of course,” he said coolly. “How else would I know if anyone touches you?” He approached, and I braced myself.
Rhys robs Feyre of her privacy.  He's dressing her in next to nothing, she's practically naked, and she has no choice in the matter.  She's going to be his 'plaything' for the evening - that's that. She's his property to parade around.
But it gets worse.   

His teeth were far too near to my throat. “And I’ll remember precisely where my hands have been. But if anyone else touches you—let’s say a certain High Lord who enjoys springtime—I’ll know.” He flicked my nose. “And, Feyre,” he added, his voice a caressing murmur, “I don’t like my belongings tampered with.”
Her body's been painted in ink so Rhys can tell if anyone else touches her. Also: possession re-enforced. She's his property for this night. She is utterly at his mercy. 

He smiled, and extended the goblet again. “Drink. You’ll need it.”
 Drink, my mind echoed, and my fingers stirred, moving toward the goblet. No. No, Alis said not to drink the wine here—wine that was different from that joyous, freeing solstice wine.
“No,” I said, and some faeries who were watching us from a safe distance chuckled.
“Drink,” he said, and my traitorous fingers latched onto the goblet.
He's drugging her. That's what's happening here.

“What happened?” I got out, even though I wasn’t sure I truly wanted the answer. My memory was a dark blur of wild music.
Lucien drew back. “I don’t think you want to know.”
Feyre asks her friend, Lucien, to tell her what happened the night before: Rhys drugging her, them going to the party...
Lucien's answer is chilling.  And it begs the obvious question: What did Rhys do to her and what did he make her do? 

Lucien let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his red hair. “He had you dance for him for most of the night. And when you weren’t dancing, you were sitting in his lap.”
 “What kind of dancing?” I pushed.
 “Not the kind you were doing with Tamlin on Solstice,” Lucien said, and my face heated.
 From the murkiness of my memories of last night, I recalled the closeness of a certain pair of violet eyes—eyes that sparkled with mischief as they beheld me.
 “In front of everyone?”
 “Yes,” Lucien replied.
So there. Lucien tells her what happened the night before, and it's horrific.  Feyre is not choosing to do these things, Rhys is making her do them. She's drugged - she's unaware of what's happening. 

After I drank the wine, though, I was mercifully unaware of what was happening. Night after night, I was dressed in the same way and made to accompany Rhysand to the throne room. Thus I became Rhysand’s plaything, the harlot of Amarantha’s whore. I woke with vague shards of memories—of dancing between Rhysand’s legs as he sat in a chair and laughed; of his hands, stained blue from the places they touched on my waist, my arms, but somehow, never more than that. He had me dance until I was sick, and once I was done retching, told me to begin dancing again. I awoke ill and exhausted each morning, and though Rhysand’s order to the guards had indeed held, the nightly activities left me thoroughly drained. I spent my days sleeping off the faerie wine, dozing to escape the humiliation I endured. When I could, I contemplated Amarantha’s riddle, turning over every word—to no avail.
HE IS KEEPING HER DRUGGED FOR DAYS AND NIGHTS. But hey, it's chilled, because his hands don't touch her anywhere but her waist and arms. Please. It's already sexual because of what she's wearing and how she's dancing. And although you can argue Rhys didn't sexually assault her, the way he's making her behave is extremely disturbing in itself. 

I lurked by a wall, forgotten by the crowd, waiting for Rhysand to beckon me to drink the wine and dance or do whatever it was he wished of me.
More horror. "Do whatever it was he wished of me". She's unaware of what she's actually doing. Rhys is stripping her of choice. 

Just to clarify again in case we still have any doubt of Feyre's awareness of the situation, here's a quote from A Court of Wings and Ruin where after Lucien remarks about a kiss Feyre had Under the Mountain, she replies: "I had as little choice in that as I did in the dancing." (pg 114)
I think we can agree she has no choice in these nights of revelry. So let's move on.

- Rhys drugs her. She is not aware of what he's doing or what she's doing. She has no choice in what's happening.
- Rhys makes her dance sensually (reading Lucien's earlier quote, I think it's obvious Feyre's dancing isn't PG).
 - Rhys has servants strip her naked and then has them dress her.
 - Rhys has her entire body painted (including, in Feyre's own words, "{her} more intimate parts".
 - Rhys keeps Feyre drugged day after day after night after night. This isn't a once-off incident.
 - Rhys touches her. Yes yes nowhere but her waist and arms, but please - cheap shot, Maas. He touches her against her will and that's wrong. Period.
 - Rhys has her dressed in an outfit that's barely an outfit. It's transparent material. Her breasts and backside are literally exposed.

And after all that, after everything that I've listed above happens, we are supposed to be grateful to Rhys (Feyre is supposed to be grateful to Rhys) for saving her?! For 'protecting ' her and keeping an eye on her?! Maas is romanticising a sequence of extremely disturbing incidents. She is manipulating and messing with our minds so that what Rhys does to Feyre is only questionably wrong?!

Maas is trying to push in our faces that Rhys is the hero here. He saved Feyre. And when you read the following lines, it's easy to be swayed. He "kept her from shattering":

It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely.

“Feyre, for Cauldron’s sake. I drug you, but you don’t wonder why I never touch you beyond your waist or arms?”

But we shouldn't be questioning whether or not Rhys was wrong. There should be no question. He drugged her. He invaded her privacy. He stripped her of choice. He treated her like his own personal toy, made her dance sexually in front of other people, but "he did it for her good"?! 
To that I say: romanticised abuse. 

Monday, 21 May 2018

BRING ME BACK - by B. A. Paris

Published: June 2018 - HQ 
Genres: Adult / thriller / contemporary / mystery
Pages: 384.
Triggers/Content Advisory: Violence
Format: eBook.
Source: Netgalley.

A young British couple are driving through France on holiday when they stop for gas. He runs in to pay, she stays in the car. When he returns her car door has been left open, but she's not inside. No one ever sees her again. Ten years later he's engaged to be married; he's happy, and his past is only a tiny part his life now. Until he comes home from work and finds his new wife-to-be is sitting on their sofa. She's turning something over in her fingers, holding it up to the light. Something that would have no worth to anyone else, something only he and she would know about because his wife is the sister of his missing first love. As more and more questions are raised, their marriage becomes strained. Has his first love somehow come back to him after all this time? Or is the person who took her playing games with his mind?

I was so looking forward to reading this book. I hadn't ever tried the author before, but the premise was fantastic. It sounded deliciously twisty.

But the writing is weak. There is a gross excess of telling instead of showing, and that made it impossible for me to get immersed into the story; I never got to feel the anger, the pain, the torment, of the characters - it's all simply reported. The bland language doesn't help, either.
The setting of the story isn't fleshed out well enough. It's never fully realised. I wanted more of it. I wanted an atmosphere, and the setting never gives you that.

It's very cheesy and melodramatic. The last lines of almost every chapter end with an ominous cliffhanger such as "You have ten days" or "But then she spoiled everything" or "It was time to find out!" It's just so....eye-roll worthy. The anticipation the author's trying to instill in his readers is too forced. It's cheesy and overdone.

The end of the book has some nice twists. But they are also the kind of twists that make you think "is that really, really clever, or is it just totally bizarre and confusing?" That's how I feel. I'm not sure that the twists do make complete sense, and I for one am still very puzzled with the ending. The details of the ending's incidents are very weak and far-fetched, and they aren't written convincingly. I don't know quite what to think.

“Sometimes we lie for the greater good, don’t we? I wish that’s what you had done.”

The characters are flat. I hate the narrator - the protagonist - because he comes across so aloof and arrogant, and the secondary cast are dull and one-dimensional, too. No one is vivid and layered; they're all half-finished beings with tunnel purpose.
And the author never digs deep with them. That goes for the rest of the book, too. He just doesn't go below the surface, and so we get a weak, glossy surface-level story with no real depth or engagement. It's hollow.

Bring Me Back is badly written with flat characters, and does nothing to draw the reader into its clutches and keep them there. It also sends out mixed messages about abuse, which are never properly resolved. 

Sunday, 20 May 2018

Weekly What's Up - sick, school, sleep

The royal wedding. Let's talk about it. I absolutely loved it, thought it was amazing, and Meghan looked incredible. Also, couple goals <3 I melted a few times. 
AND AMAL CLOONEY'S OUTFIT. Gosh. She was my fave - she looked sensational. Also, the Queen, Kate, Meghan's mother, Serena Williams......BEAUTIFUL.  

Apart from an amazing Saturday, it was hasn't been a great week for me. I've only scraped by with school because I was sick, and spent half of Friday in bed with a headache that made it impossible for me to get up. I hate flu because it's not just the nose you get - it's the aches, the headaches, the sensitive eyes, the temperature. And I slept so much
But I'm already getting better :)    

Posts of the Week

I took part in the blog tour for My Sweet Friend.

I shared some aesthetics from my WIP...

I reviewed Ash Princess by Laura Sebastian.

Currently Reading

I didn't actually realise I was reading this many books until I collected their covers for this post ;) Oops.

For Review

Thank you so much, Penguin Random House, for these amazing paperbacks!

Around the Blogosphere

Uma reviews Ash Princess

Heather reviews Zenith

Olivia reviews A Thousand Perfect Notes

Ronnie reviews Nothing But Sky

Amber Elise reviews Furyborn

Aneta reviews From Twinkle, with Love

How has your week been? What are you reading and watching? 

Thursday, 17 May 2018

ASH PRINCESS (Ash Princess #1) - by Laura Sebastian

ASH PRINCESS - Laura Sebastian
Published: April 2018 - Delacorte Books for Young Readers
Genres: Young adult / romance / epic fantasy
Pages: 432.
Triggers/Content Advisory: One traumatic whipping scene / mild sexual innuendos / mild violence
Format: Paperback ARC.
Source: Gift from Pan Macmillan.

Theodosia was six when her country was invaded and her mother, the Fire Queen, was murdered before her eyes. On that day, the Kaiser took Theodosia's family, her land, and her name. Theo was crowned Ash Princess--a title of shame to bear in her new life as a prisoner. For ten years Theo has been a captive in her own palace. She's endured the relentless abuse and ridicule of the Kaiser and his court. She is powerless, surviving in her new world only by burying the girl she was deep inside. Then, one night, the Kaiser forces her to do the unthinkable. With blood on her hands and all hope of reclaiming her throne lost, she realizes that surviving is no longer enough. But she does have a weapon: her mind is sharper than any sword. And power isn't always won on the battlefield. For ten years, the Ash Princess has seen her land pillaged and her people enslaved. That all ends here.

I buddy-read Ash Princess with the amazing Uma from Books.Bags.Burgers. You can read her review HERE. After seeing the many 5 star reviews on Goodreads, we were both excited to start reading this book.

The writing is beautiful. There is the occasional info dumping, but otherwise, for a debut, the writing is solid. I liked it.
But the characters are uninteresting. Theo is one-dimensional, there's absolutely nothing unique about her, and I'm not even sure if she has a personality. The secondary characters aren't great either -  they're dull and stereotypical - and the love triangle is predictable and unnecessary.
Overall, I couldn't connect to or care about anyone. They're all cardboard cut-outs.

But the plot is the worst. I could endure the characters and enjoy the writing, but the plot has no redeeming factors:

- There is no real conflict. Sebastian plays it safe with petty troubles and easy-to-control situations, and keeps events on a straight path to a risk-free finale. Every incident in the book is devoid of excitement and extremely underwhelming because of the lack of threat. It's too safe, and considering the premise, it definitely shouldn't be.
- The story is also too easy and convenient, and events are random and coincidental. Blaise killing off Theo's guards to get them out of the way, Blaise giving Theo the poison to use against her enemies, Blaise getting the ships ready for the escape and making sure Theo's friends are safe, are all laughably opportune events. It's all taken care of off the page and it is SO. CONVENIENT.
- There are also incidents like the Kaiser's wife's death and the little uprising that gets Theo punished that I don't think worked in the story simply because they're isolated events with no direct ties to the main plot. They just happen (and they have little consequence). Wouldn't it have been so much better if Theo had implicitly caused the Kaiser's wife's death? Or if she'd done something to cause the uprising? Just get her involved, please! Theo doesn't lead the plot, and as the heroine, she should be doing stuff, making mistakes, following impulses, etc, that set the dominoes in motion.
Yet she doesn't. She thinks about doing stuff more than she actually does the stuff. She isn't making the plot move - it's moving regardless of what she's doing.

Ash Princess is beautifully written with an intense premise. But the characters are cardboard cut-outs, the heroine doesn't move the plot, and the story has very little conflict.  

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

The WIP Diaries: JACKIE Aesthetics......

This is another post in my WIP Diaries blog series where I talk about my writing and what I'm currently working on. Check out the previous posts here:

MONSTROUS: a short story
What I'm currently writing...
MORGANA series
The CONTORTION trilogy

Today I'm sharing some character aesthetics! The peeps below are secondary characters in my WIP - Jackie - but since I haven't finished my heroine's one yet, she's missing from the group. I'm hoping to shows hers in a few weeks :)

In the meantime, here are the supporting cast: 

Cali (heroine's close friend and Tikee's sister) 

 Liam (heroine's friend and love interest) 

Minh (heroine's best friend) 

Tikee (heroine's friend and Cali's brother) 

Are you writing anything at the moment? What's your WIP about? Do you like creating aesthetics?