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shamanicshaymin“Do you want to sit?”
I nod, and he takes my hand and leads me to the large off-white couch. As I sit, I’m struck by the fact that I feel like Tess Durbeyfield looking at the new house that belongs to the notorious Alec D’Urberville. The thought makes me smile.
“What’s so amusing?” He sits down beside me, turning to face me. He rests his head on his right hand, his elbow propped on the back of the couch.
“Why did you give me Tess of the D’Urbervilles specifically?” I ask. Christian stares at me for a moment. I think he’s surprised by my question.
“Well, you said you liked Thomas Hardy.”
“Is that the only reason?” Even I can hear the disappointment in my voice. His mouth presses into a hard line.
“It seemed appropriate. I could hold you to some impossibly high ideal like Angel Clare or debase you completely like Alec D’Urberville,” he murmurs, and his gray eyes flash dark and dangerous.
“If there are only two choices, I’ll take the debasement.” I whisper, gazing at him. My subconscious is staring at me in awe. He gasps.
I don't think "debasement" means what you think it means, Ana.
“Anastasia, stop biting your lip, please. It’s very distracting. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“That’s why I’m here.”
He frowns.
“Yes. Would you excuse me a moment?” He disappears through a wide doorway on the far side of the room. He’s gone for a couple of minutes and returns with a document.
“This is a non-disclosure agreement.” He shrugs and has the grace to look a little embarrassed. “My lawyer insists on it.” He hands it to me. I’m completely bemused. “If you’re going for option two, debasement, you’ll need to sign this.”
“And if I don’t want to sign anything?”
“Then it’s Angel Clare high ideals, well, for most of the book anyway.”
“What does this agreement mean?”
“It means you cannot disclose anything about us. Anything, to anyone.”
I stare at him in disbelief. Holy shit. It’s bad, really bad, and now I’m very curious to know.
“Okay. I’ll sign.”
He hands me a pen.
“Aren’t you even going to read it?”
“No.”
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's official. Bella Swan has more common sense than her ripoff.
I nod, and he takes my hand and leads me to the large off-white couch. As I sit, I’m struck by the fact that I feel like Tess Durbeyfield looking at the new house that belongs to the notorious Alec D’Urberville. The thought makes me smile.
“What’s so amusing?” He sits down beside me, turning to face me. He rests his head on his right hand, his elbow propped on the back of the couch.
“Why did you give me Tess of the D’Urbervilles specifically?” I ask. Christian stares at me for a moment. I think he’s surprised by my question.
“Well, you said you liked Thomas Hardy.”
“Is that the only reason?” Even I can hear the disappointment in my voice. His mouth presses into a hard line.
“It seemed appropriate. I could hold you to some impossibly high ideal like Angel Clare or debase you completely like Alec D’Urberville,” he murmurs, and his gray eyes flash dark and dangerous.
“If there are only two choices, I’ll take the debasement.” I whisper, gazing at him. My subconscious is staring at me in awe. He gasps.
I don't think "debasement" means what you think it means, Ana.
“Anastasia, stop biting your lip, please. It’s very distracting. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“That’s why I’m here.”
He frowns.
“Yes. Would you excuse me a moment?” He disappears through a wide doorway on the far side of the room. He’s gone for a couple of minutes and returns with a document.
“This is a non-disclosure agreement.” He shrugs and has the grace to look a little embarrassed. “My lawyer insists on it.” He hands it to me. I’m completely bemused. “If you’re going for option two, debasement, you’ll need to sign this.”
“And if I don’t want to sign anything?”
“Then it’s Angel Clare high ideals, well, for most of the book anyway.”
“What does this agreement mean?”
“It means you cannot disclose anything about us. Anything, to anyone.”
I stare at him in disbelief. Holy shit. It’s bad, really bad, and now I’m very curious to know.
“Okay. I’ll sign.”
He hands me a pen.
“Aren’t you even going to read it?”
“No.”
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's official. Bella Swan has more common sense than her ripoff.
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Date: 2012-07-26 02:19 am (UTC)(Have you read the whole gentleblaze debacle? It's really maddening, but I think it makes the book as a whole more entertaining.)
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Date: 2012-07-26 03:01 am (UTC)(Nope! Link please? :o)
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Date: 2012-07-30 02:37 am (UTC)And a good starting link can be found here. Long story short, EL James is kind of a terrible person.
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Date: 2012-07-26 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-26 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-26 04:46 am (UTC)Unless Christian Grey has some kind of secret sex technique in development that he doesn't want her to leak to his competitors while it's still in the alpha phase. Which, uh, honestly sounds like a better porn idea to me.
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Date: 2012-07-26 10:24 pm (UTC)Christian behaves so much like a serial killer it isn't funny. Which would be an interesting character study if he was a villain in a murder mystery/suspense novel rather than the mysterious and tormented hero in a romance.
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Date: 2012-07-26 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-26 10:34 pm (UTC)I guess you missed my post of it, 'cause I MST'd the first chapter and I'd think you'd find it fun. :)
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Date: 2012-07-26 10:40 pm (UTC)...I must have. @_@ Damn. *goes to click right away*
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Date: 2012-07-27 11:42 am (UTC)I actually felt like as a whole Ana was more intelligent than Bella? But then again, 99% of that comes from the fact that (spoiler?) she dumps his ass at the end of the book, YOU GO GIRL. I wouldn't go as far as to say she had agency, because lol no she didn't, but I didn't find her as despicable as Bella. I mean, at least I can have faith that after dumping him she's not going to start throwing herself off cliffs just to see him again or something...
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Date: 2012-07-27 07:24 pm (UTC)