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| He looks so angry because he's smelling Feyre's bullshit. She might think it doesn't stink, but it does. |
I was not going to post another re-cap so soon, but the some of the shit said in these past few had me so boiling mad that I needed to unload or I'd wind up destroying my study like big, bad Tamlin.
To be honest, I'm not sure how the hell this went down so smoothly the first time I read it - maybe I just didn't care, and maybe I was distracted by Rhys and his pseudo-flirtatious creepiness (only acceptable from guys that are hot, fyi).
I'm rarely extra critical of books on a first pass, especially ones that rely heavily on world building and mythology, mostly because I'm too busy trying to follow the story and the details. Feyre is really fucking unlikeable though - she's self-absorbed, selfish, arrogant, and completely lacking in any sort of self-awareness. Rhys, as most of us are aware, is a manipulative asshole. I actually think Feyre mentions that he's a manipulative prick on multiple occasions, but again, he's hot and rich, and oh-so-powerful, so she'll accept it.
Feyre should win first place in the Darwin awards - I mean that not in the sense that the Darwin Award books do, but rather that she'll align herself with whoever the most powerful guy in the room is, all because it makes her feel more powerful and more likely to survive. She obviously gets off on power, and you can practically see her preening every time Rhys (the most powerful high lord in history, don't forget) throws himself at her, or literally kneels before her. Feyre might like to think she's Ms. Independent, but she already starting to base her own self-worth off of those that are around her; like, this guy is so hot and he's into me, thus I am equally hot. Not to mention we haven't even really gotten to the parts where Rhys starts kissing her ass with every other breath. I said it before but I'll say it again. Feyre 2.0 got an upgraded life, upgraded body, upgraded powers, and suddenly Tamlin (still mired in his own bullshit and depressed and angry as all hell) didn't cut it anymore.
In short, these last few chapters, while really only the beginning of the saga of Rhys and Feyre, have provided scads of evidence that the entire IC is a bunch of hypocritical, selfish assholes whose favorite pastime isn't so much dancing at Rita's as it is projecting their own shortcoming and faults on to others.
