Matt and I were talking the other day, and we’re very pleased with the audience this blog has, don’t get me wrong, but we’re also concerned that most of our hits just come from people searching for information about Christian Grey’s penis. We haven’t gotten hate comments, so I guess these searchers have either continued on their merry way or become enraptured with this blog. What a mysterious mystery.
Chapter two opens with Nora talking to her housekeeper (and sometimes babysitter) Dorothea. Of course the subject of their conversation is the big switch-a-roo in lab. Though Nora keeps telling the reader, and Dorothea, how much Patch repulses her, a whole paragraph is of course dedicated to how sexy he is.
I’d liked a lot of what I’d seen. Long, lean muscles down his arms, broad but relaxed shoulders, and a smile that was part playful, part seductive. I was in an uneasy alliance with myself, trying to ignore what had started to feel irresistible.
I’m sorry, how much time has passed between the abrupt introduction of Patch and his personality straight out of Creepsville and Nora’s sudden pull towards him? Like five hours. If you’ve read either of my Fifty Shades Darker posts, you’ll be familiar with how ridiculous I think Ana and Christian were being about their fucking five day break-up. But this is somehow even fucking stupider. At least with Ana and Christian at this point I understood that they were obsessed with each other. I can’t believe Hush, Hush is making me say something not terrible about Fifty Shades. Ug.
Even though she swore she was never going to call, Nora calls Patch. What a shocking turn of events!
Of course, Patch is an ass, and he tells her he’s too busy to meet for their assignment because he’s in the middle of a game of pool. To be fair, that does sound better than a biology project where all you do is interview your partner. I know Coach said otherwise, but you could easily fabricate this assignment. There is no such thing as a hobby background check.
Patch is hanging out at Bo’s Arcade. It’s pretty apparent that he knows that she’s going to come find him, otherwise he never would have told her his exact location. As it turns out, Bo’s is a place where total bad boys hang out. Ya know, the kind from the wrong side of the tracks and what not.
Graffiti splashed the walls, and cigarette butts dotted the foundation. Clearly Bo’s would be filled with future Ivy Leaguers and model citizens.
Apparently if you’re not going to Harvard or cleaning up your dog’s poop, you do not belong at Bo’s. That leaves quite a bit of wiggle room. I’d totes check it out.
I’m having trouble summarizing what happens next in this book, because it’s yet another conversation that makes no real sense and just wants to show you how mysterious (and romantic) everything is. First Nora begins to ask Patch absurd questions for their assignment, which she apparently takes seriously enough to drive a half an hour to a place that scares her.
Questions like, “How many cigars do you have a night”, “Your biggest dream?”, “Religion?” and “How many times did you fail tenth grade biology?”
Patch’s answers are just as weird. He claims he’s in a cult, that he doesn’t smoke at all, that his biggest dream is to kiss her, and that he’s never been to school period
CAUSE HE’S A FALLEN ANGEL, YA’LL!!. He hits on Nora some more, and she gets all huffy about it, but then thinks about how repulsed/aroused she is at the same time.
Then they discuss a birthmark on Patch’s wrist, which Nora definitely doesn’t care about.
“You’d prefer it to be someplace more private?”
“I wouldn’t prefer it anywhere.” I wasn’t sure how this sounded and tried again. “I wouldn’t care if you didn’t have it at all.” I tried a third time. “I don’t are about your birthmark, period.”
Just so we’re clear, she definitely does not care about his birthmark or his sculpted back or his perfect shoulders. Not even a little bit.
Later that night we find our Nora’s dad was shot to death in Portland while buying her mom’s birthday present. No jokes to be found here, that shit is sad.
She’s woken up to a noise, and she thinks she sees a shadow, but when she turns towards the window nothing is there. Is this another fucking sneaking-into-the-room-to-watch-girl-sleep situation? NO! I put my foot down. No more of this creepy bullshit in young adult fiction, I say!
Okay so I know I just accused Patch of creeping on Nora in her room, but the fact that the next chapter opens with Nora sitting in class, suspecting this is actually pretty strange. Like, that would absolutely not be my conclusion if I thought I heard a noise/saw a shadow, but it turned out nothing was there.
I found the location of Patch’s birthmark eerie, and I was spooked by the incident at my window last night. I didn’t outright suspect Patch of spying on me, but I couldn’t ignore the coincidence that I was almost positive that I’d seen someone looking in my windows just hours after I met him.
So on the one hand, kudos to Nora for being pretty intuitive (unless of course someone else is watching Nora), but on other other hand, she sounds ridiculous right now. Sadly, Coach is never going to make Vee her lab partner again without proof of stalkage and a better explanation than, “His birthmark placement weirds me out.”
Then Nora expresses concern over Patch finding out she is anemic because somehow he may use that against her? What the even fuck?
Then, for some reason, Coach starts asking about what his students are looking for in a potential mate, and I start looking for the number for Child Services. He gives a big, awkward speech about attraction and how it’s all over the place in nature. What an insightful guy! I always wondered if it was natural when my vagina got hard for some guy. Biology, man!
After class, Nora tries to cut a deal with Coach. If she tutors one person in their class, he’ll let her switch seats. So of course he tells her, no deal, but then tells her she’s going to tutor Patch. I can’t even believe how carefully plotted out this story is.
Coach didn’t wait for my answer, he whistled the tune to Jeopardy and ducked out the door.
Coach sounds like a total fucking nut job, to be completely real with you guys. I hope it turns out he’s an evil fallen angel who is just really bad at being evil and the extent of his malicious ways is switching seats in his bio class and making students extremely uncomfortable.
The girls go to see a horror movie that Nora is going to write about for their eZine, and of course they end up discussing how hot Patch is. Nora explains she can’t get past his personality, and then we get this shout-out to Twilight/Fifty Shades. This one’s for you, Ana:
“…Your spectrum is about as wide as one of Coach’s microorganisms. There are very few, if any, boys at school you would fall for.”
The girls hit up the library to get some serious work done, all the while Vee talking about how hot she thinks Patch is and Nora reiterating how much his personality sucks. But then a cheerleader (and possibly fallen angel!) sits down with them, and she’s not at all a cliche!
Her strawberry blonde hair was combed low into pigtails, and like always, her skin was concealed under half a bottle of foundation…There was three-quarters of an inch between the hem of her skirt and the start of her underwear…if she was even wearing any.
“Hi, Supersize,” Marcie said to Vee.
Marcie then goes on to ask Vee to model at JCPenney where her mother works because they need plus-size models. Then she leaves. This book is stupid.
Then Patch shows up! Have I mentioned this book is stupid? Vee decides the stalker should become the stalked and tries to convince Nora to follow him. But she doesn’t, instead she thinks about him during the car ride home:
Vee was right–something about him was incredibly alluring. And incredibly creepy.
This is what we are teaching our youths these days. Sexy > creepy. Shame on you, Meyer, Fitzpatrick, and James and countless more I’m sure.
But then, out of nowhere, someone lands on the hood of the car. Some guy dressed in black, wearing a ski mask starts to tear the door off the car, then punches through the car’s window. Nora manages to drive away, but her reaction is kind of weird and underwhelming to this incredibly shocking situation, “I checked the rearview mirror to make sure he wasn’t chasing me, then shoved the mirror to face away. I had to press my lips together to keep from sobbing.”
I would be screaming and crying and calling the mother fucking police, girl!!