Posts tagged characterization
Fifty Shades of Why
New York Times #1 bestseller. Adapted from Twilight fanfiction.
This can't possibly end well.
Thanks to The Free Dictionary and Wikipedia for the definitions of ‘squaring the circle’.
For those of you who’re interested, this is one of the first images that comes up if you Google ‘squaring the circle’:
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Anonymous asked:
Ever wonder if Christian dyes his hair? Auburn/copper hair with gray eyes seems like a very unlikely and probably clash-y combination. He could be a Summer who doesn't like his original, mousey-brown hair. Thoughts?
Thoughts: E.L. hasn’t thought out any of her character designs enough to cover dyed hair. Edward Cullen, upon whom Christian is based, has copper hair. The grey eyes/Christian Grey/Fifty Shades of Grey connection is painfully obvious. Most likely, that’s all there is to it.
You know, I think I’m looking too deep into this book. What I’m interpreting as inexplicable character change is probably just inconsistent writing.
“If readers know a character’s actions, motives, past, reputation, relationships, habits, talents, and tastes, they can often get through a whole story without ever knowing a character’s eye color, and they’ll still feel as if they know the person.”
—Character and Viewpoint, Orson Scott Card (1999)
Do you know your friends’ eye colors? Probably not. And why would you? Eye color isn’t what’s important about your friends; who they are as people is important.
On a less literary note, is it just me, or does ‘pulsating heat’ sound a tad sexual?
Inappropriate affect. Yum. Soon he’ll be laughing at funerals.
Multiple word definitions are why it’s so awkward when people write things like “‘Oh god!”’ he ejaculated.”
Also: Thank you yet again, Dictionary.com. Smooches for you.
Getting along with your parents is not a duh. That Ana acts like it is is…interesting. Revealing, maybe.
The only thing consistent about E.L.’s writing is that it’s bad.
Oh, also: This is the 200th edit post I’ve made on Fifty Shades of Why. Thank you all for sticking with me. Here’s to another—uh, let me get out my calculator.
Another 3000 or so posts. At least.
We’re gonna be here for a while.
I’m starting to think that E.L. James is actually a bewigged villainess who plots to destroy us all with toxic levels of adjectives.
Thank goodness. Now we can move on to really important things, like how Christian’s chiseled abdominal muscles float in Ana’s imagination while she stocks shelves with hardware at Clayton’s.
Oh, and will you look at that. Now both Christian’s and Jose’s eyes are burning.
