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Thursday, June 18, 2015

Cerulean Sins Chapter Twenty Six

"I got dressed. I couldn't remember if I'd gotten around to using shampoo on my hair, or only gotten it wet, and I didn't care."

Truly, Anita is traumatized.

Richard cut his hair and because of this I have to endure several descriptions of his beautiful copper gold rose amazeaballs hair that spills and spills and spills, and how his body used to go in to Anita's body and his hair was like extra amazing then.

Anita gets dressed.Someone knocks on her door, and despite Richard being on the edge of death she's worried that it's him. Whatever. Nathaniel comes in instead. Anita obsesses over finding her gun belt, because she can't put her shoulder holster on without it. The way she treats guns as if they're stuffed animals really freaks me out. What kind of shitsack do you have to be to treat deadly weapons in this fashion?

Anita is super sad, you guys, so sad that she didn't use shampoo or conditioner!

Even Nathaniel has had enough of Anita's shit. She tells him not to be nice to her or she'll cry, and he asks her if she'd rather he was cruel.

She basically admits that she doesn't see Nathaniel as a person but merely as a temporary pomme de sang, who can be discarded as soon as she doesn't need to feed from him anymore. I am apparently supposed to believe that Anita is having some sort of revelation about this, but since LKH is literally incapable of writing character growth I have no hope that this will morph in to something relatable.

Nate's hair gives this whole thing a weird Disney princess vibe, since those are the only people with ankle-length hair that can still make it look good at all times.

Anita is extra mad at Richard because he always comes up with new ways to make her sad. Remember this is the man that was just carried in near death. But no, it must be a cleverly orchestrated plot to make Ania feel bad!

"I opened my eyes and found Nathaniel close enough to touch. I stared into those compassionate lilac eyes, that soft, caring face, and I hated him. I don't know why. But I hated him just a little. I hated him for not being someone else. I hated him for the hair that fell to his knees. I hated him because I didn't love him. Or maybe I hated him because I did."

Here's the thing that occurred to me the other day when I was thinking about this wretched series: there are so many relationships and so much sex, and even so I never get the sense that any of these people like each other, let alone love one another. It's just so joyless. There's nothing about how they all work together to make their collective burdens lighter, or compersion. All of Anita's lovers want a piece of her, and instead of having their own standards and boundaries they all agree to this not-polyamory based on jealousy and possession.

They're going to stay at the Circus until Richard leaves the house. Zebrowski has been on the phone this whole time! She put the phone down, took a shower, bitched and moaned, then made the decision to go to the Circus, all while this guy waited? I hope he hung up on her.

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