{"id":20,"date":"2013-06-20T18:29:00","date_gmt":"2013-06-20T18:29:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jennytrout.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/20\/50-shades-freed-recap-chapter-18-or-it-wasnt-called-jack-karen-but-it-should-have-been"},"modified":"2013-06-20T18:29:00","modified_gmt":"2013-06-20T18:29:00","slug":"50-shades-freed-recap-chapter-18-or-it-wasnt-called-jack-karen-but-it-should-have-been","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jennytrout.com\/?p=20","title":{"rendered":"50 Shades Freed recap Chapter 18 or &#8220;It wasn&#8217;t called Jack &#038; Karen, but it should have been&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here are some links! They were sent to me by people! I didn&#8217;t keep track of who! I&#8217;m a maverick!<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li><a href=\"http:\/\/www.snarksquad.com\/2012\/12\/fifty-shades-of-bonus-bullshit-stalker-boyfriend-meme-contest.html\">50 Shades of Bonus Bullshit &#8211; Bonus Stalker Boyfriend Meme Contest<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"http:\/\/aiffe.tumblr.com\/post\/43660300604\/for-all-the-women-i-have-loved-who-were-dragged-through\">Essay on misogyny in fandom<\/a>\u00a0Which I will post with absolutely no hint of hubris, even though I spend most of my blog time hating on one particular female character. I have like <i>seven<\/i>\u00a0chapters to go, guys.<\/li>\n<li><a href=\"http:\/\/somethingshortandsnappy.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/50-shades-of-grey-chapter-8-in-which.html\">Another breakdown of 50 Shades of Grey that goes into some different stuff!<\/a>\u00a0This one, I actually remember who sent it to me. It was Thea Karan, and I remembered because I still had the email. So ha, I <i>can<\/i>\u00a0do something right! Also, that link takes you to chapter eight, but I suspect you&#8217;ll want to read all the chapters.<\/li>\n<li><a href=\"http:\/\/theeditorsnotes.blogspot.com\/2013\/06\/romanticizing-psychos-heathcliff-and.html\">An article on romanticizing psychos in fiction, also from Thea Karan<\/a>. The Fannibal in me whistles and wanders away, looking nonchalant with my arm around a feathered stag.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<div><a name='more'><\/a><\/div>\n<div>So, a few weeks ago, some of you began expressing, either in comments or tweets or emails, however you guys get ahold of me, that you were afraid I wasn&#8217;t enjoying doing these recaps anymore. And to be frank, I&#8217;m really not. That is, I&#8217;m not enjoying writing them, but I do enjoy that you enjoy them, and it gives me joy to see you enjoying them.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The words &#8220;joy&#8221; and &#8220;enjoy&#8221; no longer mean anything to you, now that you&#8217;ve read that sentence.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>But I thought, &#8220;People aren&#8217;t going to enjoy them anymore, if it&#8217;s obvious that I&#8217;m not enjoying them,&#8221; (oh god, it&#8217;s just going on and on, isn&#8217;t it?). I needed to find a way to write this recap and enjoy doing it.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I think this book is getting to me, guys.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Anyway, I decided one way I could jazz things up and make it fun for myself would be to imagine Jack and Karen from <i>Will &amp; Grace<\/i>\u00a0recapping this chapter with me. I thought good and hard about whether or not Jack and Karen would like <i>50 Shades of Grey<\/i>\u00a0or not. I decided that Jack was more likely to make some kind of 50 Shades of Gay joke, but revile the actual book because of his anti-straight marriage stance. And Karen doesn&#8217;t need to fantasize about banging rich men. If she wanted to, she&#8217;d just go out and do it. I felt a sudden kinship with the universe realizing that the only character on the show who would actually like the book would probably be Will, and I <i>hated <\/i>him.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I guess what I&#8217;m trying to say is, welcome to my mental breakdown in which I pretend to talk to characters from a television show that has been off the air for just a tick under a decade now in order to cope with the horror of this book.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Once again, Ana is waking up. And let me tell you, I want to thank E.L. James for starting and finishing so many chapters with characters waking up and falling asleep. Because I hit a major snag in something I was working on this week, and I realized I had several chapters\/scenes in a row ending and beginning that way. And I was like, &#8220;Jesus, I don&#8217;t want to do that. That <i>sucks<\/i>\u00a0to read.&#8221; If you take no practical writing knowledge away from these recaps, at least take away that one small wisdom. If your characters are waking up and going to sleep to make new scenes happen, over and over and over, something is wrong.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Unless your book is about a sleepwalker or something.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Ana wakes up warm and comfortable and yadda yadda, how she always wakes up, then she remembers she&#8217;s at the Heathman and:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\"><p><i>&#8220;Shit! Daddy!&#8221; I gasp out loud, recalling with a gut-wrenching surge of apprehension that twists my heart and starts it pounding why I&#8217;m in Portland.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Man. I write some unwieldy sentences, but daaaaamn.<\/p>\n<p>Christian wasn&#8217;t wrapped around Ana like vines or ivy or a steel wool hair shirt, so where could he possibly be? If you guessed &#8220;creepily watching her sleep,&#8221; you&#8217;d be tragically right:<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\"><p><i>&#8220;Hey.&#8221; Christian is sitting on the edge of the bed. He strokes my cheek with his knuckles, instantly calming me. &#8220;I called the ICU this morning. Ray had a good night. It&#8217;s all good,&#8221; he says reassuringly.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Hey, you know what I just had the weirdest thought about? HIPAA and patient confidentiality. While I understand that Ana is Ray&#8217;s next of kin, and Ana would be totally okay with Christian having access to his medical information, and Christian&#8217;s mom is apparently Ray&#8217;s doctor now or something, you know who hasn&#8217;t had a say in this? RAY. And it&#8217;s up to him who has access.<\/p>\n<p>Just saying.<\/p>\n<p>Then something happens that we haven&#8217;t seen for a few chapters, but we really weren&#8217;t missing. That&#8217;s right, the &#8220;we have to say hi to each other shyly in the morning&#8221; scene:<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\"><p><i>&#8220;Hi,&#8221; I mutter. He&#8217;s up and dressed in a black T-shirt and blue jeans.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\"><p><i>&#8220;Hi,&#8221; he replies, his eyes soft and warm. &#8220;I want to wish you happy birthday. Is that okay?&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Oh, this he asks. &#8220;Can I have access to your bank account and college transcripts?&#8221; Not on the table. &#8220;May I make a secret list of people you aren&#8217;t allowed to speak to?&#8221; Apparently, that&#8217;s just a given. But he asks if he can wish her a happy birthday. Because manners.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/whathaveidonetodeserverthis.gif?w=250\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/whathaveidonetodeserverthis.gif?w=250\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:x-small;\"><i>You think it&#8217;s bad <\/i>now<i>, Karen? You just wait.<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:x-small;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Christian gives Ana her birthday present, which comes with a card. It reads:<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\"><p>For all our firsts on your first birthday as my beloved wife.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\">\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">From any other husband, I probably wouldn&#8217;t bat an eye, but from Christian Grey, I think, &#8220;Jesus Christ, it&#8217;s not all about you.&#8221;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/nobodymattersbutkaren.jpg\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"240\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/01b87-nobodymattersbutkaren.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:x-small;\"><i>See, Karen knows what&#8217;s up with Ana&#8217;s birthday.<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Christian is celebrating Ana&#8217;s birthday as a kind of rebirth. She&#8217;s transitioning from Ana Steele to Christian Grey&#8217;s wife, and the gift reflects this:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>Unwrapping the paper carefully so it doesn&#8217;t tear, I find a beautiful red leather box. <\/i>Cartier.<i>\u00a0It&#8217;s familiar, thanks to my second-chance earrings and my watch. Cautiously, I open the box to discover a delicate charm bracelet of silver or platinum or white gold- I don&#8217;t know, but it&#8217;s absolutely enchanting. Attached to it are several charms: the Eiffel Tower; a London black cab; a helicopter- <\/i>Charlie Tango<i>; a glider- the soaring, a catamaran- <\/i>The Grace<i>; a bed; an ice cream cone? I look up at him, bemused.<\/i><span style=\"text-align:center;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">I just want to point out that she got &#8220;second chance earrings&#8221; before she got a <i>birthday present.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><span style=\"text-align:center;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><span style=\"text-align:center;\">Every charm on the bracelet is something that ties her to him. There isn&#8217;t a single charm that&#8217;s just like, &#8220;Hey, I remembered you like cats, so that&#8217;s what the kitty is for,&#8221; or some shit. This isn&#8217;t just Christian trying to mind-wipe Ana&#8217;s past and make her life all about him; it&#8217;s a really shocking reminder that without Christian Grey, Ana Steele is a character who has no discernable personality.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><span style=\"text-align:center;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/cyncialisland.gif\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"261\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/4cca8-cyncialisland.gif\" width=\"400\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:x-small;\"><i>I&#8217;m sorry, Jack, I just don&#8217;t believe in love anymore. Not after these books.<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><span style=\"text-align:center;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><span style=\"text-align:center;\">The ice cream, by the way, is a reference to &#8220;vanilla.&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Christian this is beautiful. Thank you. It&#8217;s yar.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-vT7fJxcwKE0\/UcHBHier_kI\/AAAAAAAAJtY\/eu-KUWRkCes\/s1600\/karen+whats+going+on.gif\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-vT7fJxcwKE0\/UcHBHier_kI\/AAAAAAAAJtY\/eu-KUWRkCes\/s1600\/karen+whats+going+on.gif\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:x-small;\"><i>Your guess is as good as mine.<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\"><span style=\"font-size:x-small;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">One of the charms is a locket so she can put Christian&#8217;s picture in it, a C (for Christian, obviously) and another is a key to Christian&#8217;s heart and soul, so that explains the key necklaces I&#8217;ve been seeing everywhere, I guess.<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>Oh, he smells so good- clean, of fresh linen, body wash, and Christian.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">\u00a0Jesus Christ, E.L., WE KNOW WHAT HE SMELLS LIKE. BY THIS POINT AND THE NUMBER OF TIMES YOU HAVE USED THAT EXACT DESCRIPTION, WE FUCKING KNOW THAT THIS BASTARD SMELLS LIKE BODY WASH.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Oh, by the way, Ana cries in this chapter more than the vampires cried in my entire first series. And that was a lot, because I was apparently going through some things. Ana starts crying on page 374, then there&#8217;s a section break and they have breakfast:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Thank you for ordering my favorite breakfast.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;It&#8217;s your birthday,&#8221; Christian says softly. &#8220;And you have to stop thanking me.&#8221; He rolls his eyes in exasperation, but fondly, I think.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;I just want you to know that I appreciate it.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Anastasia, it&#8217;s what I do.&#8221; His expression is serious- of course, Christian in command and in control. How could I forget&#8230; Would I want him any other way?<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Probably not, but you wouldn&#8217;t have Stockholm Syndrome, either.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/tummybump.gif?w=250\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/tummybump.gif?w=250\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Ana says she&#8217;s going to go brush her teeth, and Christian smirks, and Ana can&#8217;t figure out why, until:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>A memory springs unbidden to my mind. I used his toothbrush after I first spent the night with him. I smirk and grab his toothbrush in homage to that first time.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/jackdrama.gif\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"200\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/7a02b-jackdrama.gif\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"font-size:x-small;\"><i>I KNOW, SO GROSS, RIGHT?!<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\"><span style=\"font-size:x-small;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>The last time I was here I was single, and now I&#8217;m married at twenty-two! I&#8217;m getting old.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/eatmekaren.gif?w=300\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/eatmekaren.gif?w=300\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">They leave for the hospital, but first, they have to take the &#8220;fuck the paperwork&#8221; elevator. You know, where he kissed her or whatever back in the first book that I don&#8217;t care about:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Someday, I&#8217;ll rent this elevator for a whole afternoon.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">And then they&#8217;ll sanitize it for the entire evening, night, and morning.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Then they start making out in the elevator, blah blah. They go outside to where Taylor pulls up in a new car:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p>He&#8217;s bought me a fucking Audi R8! Holy shit! Just like I asked!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Just like she asked! In the last book! When he didn&#8217;t buy it for her because reasons! Reasons that had nothing to do with being a control freak!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Ana interprets the gift of the car as this tender, caring thing, but it&#8217;s really just a reward for being docile and doing what he wanted her to do. Let&#8217;s be real here. She&#8217;s submitted in enough other ways that he decided he would give her a treat.<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Anything for you, Mrs. Grey.&#8221; He grins down at me. <\/i>Oh my.<i>\u00a0What a very public display of affection. He bends and kisses me. &#8220;Come. Let&#8217;s go see your dad.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Yes. And I get to drive?&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>He grins down at me. &#8220;Of course. It&#8217;s yours.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Um, so was the other car you bought her, and then refused to let her drive, because you&#8217;re a freak.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">But of course, when Ana does drive, it&#8217;s way too fast for Christian, and he repeatedly warns her to slow down:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;I don&#8217;t want you in the ICU beside your father. Slow down,&#8221; he growls, not to be argued with. I ease off the accelerator and grin at him.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">I can understand someone saying, &#8220;Hey, don&#8217;t drive like a jackass when I&#8217;m in the car with you, because I don&#8217;t want to die,&#8221; but let&#8217;s remember, Christian is okay with taking some pretty big risks when Ana is along for the ride. Gliders aren&#8217;t exactly the safest pastime. He zipped her around on a jet ski and dumped her off into the\u00a0Mediterranean. He&#8217;s okay with being the guy in the driver&#8217;s seat doing something dangerous, but Ana can&#8217;t drive slightly over the speed limit <i>for her own good<\/i>.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">At the hospital, we check in with Ray, who is more interesting than his daughter even when he&#8217;s in a coma:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>Ray&#8217;s condition is the same. Seeing him grounds me after the heady road trip here. <\/i>I really should drive more carefully<i>. You can&#8217;t legislate for every drunk driver in this world.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/karendrunkdriving.gif\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"258\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/27db2-karendrunkdriving.gif\" width=\"400\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">But notice how Christian tells her she should drive more carefully, and suddenly she thinks it&#8217;s all her idea? She already knew her dad was in the hospital from a car accident, but it didn&#8217;t occur to her when she was driving before. Once Christian plants the seed in her head, though, it&#8217;s suddenly there and her own idea.<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">So, achievement unlocked, Grey. You&#8217;ve got your wife completely brainwashed.<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>I wander into the thankfully empty waiting room where Christian is talking on the phone, pacing. As he speaks, he gazes out the window at the panoramic view of Portland. He turns to me when I shut the door, and he looks angry.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;How far above the limit?&#8230; I see&#8230; All charges, everything. Ana&#8217;s father is in the ICU- I want you to throw the fucking book at him, Dad&#8230; Good. Keep me informed.&#8221; He hangs up.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Okay. Uh&#8230; Christian? You don&#8217;t decide how drunk drivers are charged. If you&#8217;re in a state that uses a grand jury in DUI cases, they&#8217;ll throw the book at the drunk driver, or if you&#8217;re in a state that doesn&#8217;t use the grand jury, the judge will throw the book at them. \u00a0While I&#8217;m sure Christian has power and influence due to his wealth, let&#8217;s not pretend he runs the court system or can somehow order this guy to get a harsher punishment because he just <i>wants it to be so.<\/i>\u00a0This dude can only be charged within the laws that already exist to handle DUI.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Ana updates him on Charlie (Ray, actually, but I&#8217;m leaving Charlie because I legit typed that name first because in my head, this book is <i>Twilight<\/i>), and Christian says:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;This is not how I envisaged spending today,&#8221; Christian murmurs into my hair.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/littledictionary.gif?w=300\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/littledictionary.gif?w=300\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">Who says that? &#8220;Envisaged?&#8221; Really? Not, &#8220;This isn&#8217;t how I envisioned?&#8221; Because that&#8217;s how most Americans would say it. I&#8217;m sure the phrase started out &#8220;envisaged&#8221; because that&#8217;s correct, but Americans, even self-made billionaire Americans, don&#8217;t usually speak correctly.<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;I should call my mom. Tell her about Ray,&#8221; I murmur and Christian stiffens. &#8220;I&#8217;m surprised she hasn&#8217;t called me.&#8221; I frown in a moment of realization. In fact, I feel hurt. It&#8217;s my birthday after all, and she was there when I was born. Why hasn&#8217;t she called?<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Maybe she&#8217;s been kidnapped by Jack!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-_OiMS40AZCk\/UcHOSXjmRBI\/AAAAAAAAJuU\/rNz5fVH4fy8\/s1600\/jack+more+drama.gif\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/6b821-jackmoredrama.gif\" width=\"240\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">No, no! Different Jack. Settle down.<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">Ana checks her phone and finds texts from all these other people, but nothing from her mom, and when she tries to call her, she&#8217;s not home. Ana figures her mother forgot her birthday. Then Christian gets a call from Andrea:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Good&#8230; ETA is what time?&#8230; And the other, um&#8230; packages?&#8221; Christian glances at his watch. &#8220;Does the Heathman have all the details?&#8230; Good&#8230; Yes. It can hold until Monday morning, but e-mail it just in case- I&#8217;ll print, sign, and scan it back to you&#8230; They can wait. Go home, Andrea&#8230; No, we&#8217;re good, thank you.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">I&#8217;m torn about this next section, guys. Let me tell you why. Ana asks Christian if his call was about the &#8220;Taiwan thing,&#8221; and he says yes, but it&#8217;s a cover for the fact that he&#8217;s throwing Ana this big surprise birthday party later that night. So, when this conversation happens:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;It is. The shipyard here depends on it. There are lots of jobs at stake.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p>Oh!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;We just have to sell it to the unions. That&#8217;s Sam and Ros&#8217;s job. But the way the economy&#8217;s heading, none of us have a lot of choice.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">it makes me wonder if he&#8217;s just throwing out jargon to try and confuse her, so she doesn&#8217;t suspect about the party, or if E.L. James just doesn&#8217;t understand on an authorial level what Christian Grey does. Because none of that stuff seems to follow with getting packages at the Heathman. And if there are lots of jobs at stake and this is a huge, tense time&#8230; why can his assistant go home? Why can he take time off right now?<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">I&#8217;m going to be generous and say he was just snowballing so she wouldn&#8217;t suspect that he&#8217;s throwing her a party, but it&#8217;s not entirely necessary, is it? Ana just stumbles around in this constant state of awestruck stupidity when it comes to Christian. He could be planning a second wedding to Mrs. Robinson and she wouldn&#8217;t notice, so long as he held Ana in his lap and snuggled her and told her she was amazing while he did it.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Speaking of which, how does Ana spend her birthday in the hospital with her comatose father? BY MAKING IT ALL ABOUT CHRISTIAN, OF COURSE!<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;I love philanthropic Christian,&#8221; I murmur.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Just him?&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Oh, I love megalomaniac Christian, too, and control freak Christian, sexpertise Christian, kinky Christian, romantic Christian, shy Christian&#8230; the list is endless.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;That&#8217;s a whole lot of Christians.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;I&#8217;d say at least fifty.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>He laughs. &#8220;Fifty shades,&#8221; he murmurs into my hair.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;My fifty shades.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>He shifts, tipping my head back, and kisses me. &#8220;Well, Mrs. Shades, let&#8217;s see how your dad is doing.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">If they start calling each other Mr. and Mrs. Shades, I don&#8217;t care that I&#8217;ve got two-hundred pages left, I will jam this fucking book in a paper shredder.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">There&#8217;s a totally unnecessary section where they go for a drive in Ana&#8217;s new car, and then later they go to lunch. Which is also an entirely unnecessary scene; they only go so that Christian can mention the fact he took her home from a Portland bar drunk, and he can get jealous about the waiter who served them at Le Picotin in the last book. The plot doesn&#8217;t further in any way. Just, &#8220;Hey! Remember when all this stuff happened before? And I&#8217;m like, &#8220;No. Because I was way too drunk to remember any of this shit, thankfully.&#8221;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/karendrinking.gif?w=300\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/karendrinking.gif?w=300\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">Then there&#8217;s a scene where Ana goes to her father&#8217;s hospital room to sit with him. We learn that Ray still wears his wedding ring, even though he and Ana&#8217;s mother have been divorced for a long time, and then Christian is all, &#8220;&#8216;I want to feed you,'&#8221; and takes Ana back to the Heathman, where he&#8217;s bought her a dress and shoes and sexy underthings:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>Unzipping the bag, I find a navy satin dress and ease it out. It&#8217;s gorgeous- fitted, with thin straps. It looks small.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;It&#8217;s lovely. Thank you. I hope it fits.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">That&#8217;s a good question. I mean, we haven&#8217;t heard over and over in this book, at least, not as much as we heard about it in the last two books, that Ana is practically blowing away in a faint breeze due to her extremely frail and waifish physique. Oh my god, maybe the dress won&#8217;t fit!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Ana takes a bath, and then this happens:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Come,&#8221; he says, regarding me intently. I know that expression, and I know better than to disobey.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">He just wanted to dry her hair. But how fucking ominous is that? &#8220;I know better than to disobey?&#8221; Why am I still surprised when this creepy shit pops up in these books?<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">There&#8217;s a section break, and:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>When we step into the elevator on our way to dinner, we are not alone. Christian looks delicious in his signature white linen shirt, black jeans and jacket. No tie. The two women inside shoot admiring glances at him and less generous ones at me. I hide my smile. <\/i>Yes, ladies, he&#8217;s mine.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Good. Keep him.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/ladiesamiright.gif?w=300\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/ladiesamiright.gif?w=300\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\">\u00a0<span style=\"font-size:x-small;\"><i>Preach, Karen.<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><span style=\"font-size:x-small;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">How many more times are we going to have to read about random bitches and skanks trying to steal Ana&#8217;s man? They&#8217;re only getting more and more boring. These particular bitches and skanks weren&#8217;t even <i>described.<\/i>\u00a0How do we know if they were blonde or not? Or is that just a given?<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>The dress hugs me, skimming over my curves and holding everything in place.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">How does that work? It&#8217;s either tight or not, and skimming sounds like it&#8217;s not. How is it holding everything in place if it&#8217;s skimming? NONE OF THESE WORDS WORK TOGETHER.<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>I have to say, I feel&#8230; attractive wearing it. I know Christian approves.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">That statement would be a lot less sad if we knew those were two independent ideas, not that Ana feels attractive <i>because<\/i>\u00a0Christian approves. But here we are.\u00a0<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>At first, I think we&#8217;re heading for the private dining room where we first discussed the contract, but he leads me past that doorway and on to the far end, where he opens the door to another wood-panelled room.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;<\/i>Surprise!&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p>Oh my.<i>\u00a0Kate and Elliot, Mia and Ethan, Carrick and Grace, Mr. Rodriguez and Jos\u00e9, and my mother and Bob are all there raising their glasses.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Is this an intervention to save Ana from her abusive relationship?!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/yaykarenandjack.gif?w=300\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/yaykarenandjack.gif?w=300\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">Damnit, no. It&#8217;s just a surprise party. The reason her mom didn&#8217;t answer the phone or call her was because she was on the way to Portland in Christian&#8217;s plane. So, happy birthday, honey, I made you momentarily think your mother doesn&#8217;t love you while your other parent is on life support in the ICU! My timing is amazing! (Also, dear readers, remember that this shit is going down when Ana&#8217;s biological father DIED THE DAY AFTER HER BIRTHDAY&#8230; I know it&#8217;s easy to forget; the author obviously did.)<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">Christian&#8217;s brother has exactly the same kind of sensitivity to Ana&#8217;s situation:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;S&#8217;up babe? Your old man will be fine.&#8221; Elliot enfolds me in his arms. &#8220;Happy birthday.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Seriously? HER FATHER IS IN THE ICU.<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>I gaze at Mom. She&#8217;s in her element, charming, witty, and warm. I love her so much. I must remember to tell her. Life is so precious, I realize that now.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">But not when you were attacked by your boss, held at gunpoint by your husband&#8217;s ex, chased down a busy freeway by an unidentified assailant, stumbled upon a violent home invasion\/foiled kidnapping attempt, and \u00a0your husband was in a helicopter crash? It takes a lot for Ana to get the fucking point, doesn&#8217;t it?<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Ana and Kate discuss how sexy it is that Christian can fly a helicopter, and then:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>Kate spits her wine rather unattractively down her chin, making us both laugh some more.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">That&#8217;s the best present Ana could have gotten. Happy birthday, your friend did something that made her look unattractive.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">They bring out Ana&#8217;s cake:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Make a wish,&#8221; Christian whispers to me. In one breath I blow out all the candles, fervently willing my father better. <\/i>Daddy, get well. Please get well. I love you so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">And it works! Because Ana is magic!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Okay, there are some scenes between the birthday wish the actual recovery, including one with Mr. Rodriguez where, apropos of nothing, he tells Ana that he thought Jos\u00e9 would have married her. Because there isn&#8217;t a single man in this series who doesn&#8217;t want to climb all over Ana. But I&#8217;m making it a point to skip scenes that are meaningless in the context of the narrative, so I&#8217;m skipping that one for sure.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">After a section break, we&#8217;re back at the Heathman:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>Christian closes the door to our suite.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Alone at last,&#8221; he murmurs, leaning back against the door, watching me.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>I step toward him and run my fingers over the lapels of his jacket. &#8220;Thank you for a wonderful birthday. You really are the most thoughtful, considerate, generous husband.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/karensiamesetwins.gif?w=300\" style=\"margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/jennytrout.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/karensiamesetwins.gif?w=300\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:center;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear:both;text-align:left;\">In the morning, they all have breakfast together, give Ana presents- because this is apparently a fucking wedding or something- and then Ana goes to the hospital with her mother to visit Ray. It&#8217;s actually a pretty good scene, or would be, if it went anywhere important to the story or character development. Ana&#8217;s mom talks about how she still loves Ray, but they just changed as people, and it&#8217;s all very good, until we realize that the entire reason we&#8217;re reading this scene is for the conversation to turn back to Christian and how much he and Ana are in love:<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;We are, I think. Getting there, anyway. I love him. He&#8217;s the center of my world. The sun rises and sets with him for me, too.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;He obviously adores you, darling.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;And I adore him.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Make sure you tell him. Men need to hear that stuff just like we do.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Here&#8217;s why this doesn&#8217;t sit right with me. Ana is <i>constantly<\/i>\u00a0telling Christian how much she loves him, how she cherishes him and he&#8217;s amazing. It&#8217;s not like this is something Christian is lacking in his life. And the scene is delivered as though there is some underlying trouble with Christian and Ana&#8217;s relationship. There is, don&#8217;t get me wrong, but it hasn&#8217;t been a major source of conflict in this book. Honestly, I would have preferred it if there had been some conflict, any conflict (that didn&#8217;t have to do with incredibly outlandish, mustache-twirling villains who drive cars that don&#8217;t even exist). So, putting this scene here is just a big, red flag that something is going to go wrong within the next two chapters, and obviously it&#8217;s going to be all Ana&#8217;s fault because she&#8217;s not loving enough or something.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">Christian and Ana drive Bob and Renee (it&#8217;s Renee, right? In this book?) to the airport, and then they go back to the hospital, where Ray is off the ventilator in preparation for eventually waking up from his medicated coma. Ana reads Ray the sports page. I know I&#8217;ve complained before about the improbability of a hunting, fishing, good-ole boy Amurican like Ray loving <i>soccer<\/i>, but I&#8217;m sorry, I have to do it again. Especially considering it is now September 11, so the <i>Mariners would still be playing.<\/i>\u00a0And in the previous scene, Renee or whoever the fuck Ana&#8217;s mom is <i>specifically referenced the Mariners<\/i>.<\/div>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;And the final score, Sounders one, Real Salt Lake two.&#8221;<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p><i>&#8220;Hey, Annie, we lost? No!&#8221; Ray rasps, and he squeezes my hand.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote class=\"tr_bq\" style=\"text-align:left;\"><p>Daddy!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">So, that happened.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:left;\">I&#8217;ll be on vacation next week, so recaps will resume in July!\u00a0<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here are some links! They were sent to me by people! I didn&#8217;t keep track of who! 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