In case you had somehow forgotten, Zoey is going to meet her grandmother at Starbucks to celebrate her birthday. T’was also the night before Christmas, so Zoey is sick and tired of getting Christmas themed birthday gifts from the hoards of people that apparently have never given a gift before.
House of Night, Chosen Chapter 3:
The Starbucks at Utica Square, the cool outdoors shopping center that was right down the street from the House of Night, was a lot busier than I’d thought it would be. I mean, sure, it was an unusually warm winter night, but it was also December 24, and almost nine o’clock. You’d think people would be home getting ready for visions of sugarplums and whatnot, and not out looking for a caffeine buzz.
No, I told myself sternly, I am not going to be in a bad mood for Grandma. I hardly ever get to see her, and I’m not going to spoil the little time we have together. Plus, Grandma was totally hip to the fact that birthmas presents were lame. She always got me something as unique and wonderful as she is.
I’m glad that Grandma Redbird manages to stay up-to-date with all the latest teen trends like not buying people birthday gifts with a Christmas theme. It really helps keep her young, I think. [Matthew says: Also, good call on Starbucks for scooping up that vampyre boarding school market. They’re probably making baaaaank.]
We can’t go too long without being reassured that Zoey is the best at everything, even ageing:
She squeezed me one more time and then held me back at arm’s length. “Let me look at you. Yes, I can tell that you’re seventeen. You look so much more mature, and I think a little taller than you did when you were merely sixteen.”
I grinned. “Oh, Grandma, you know I don’t look any different.”
“Of course you do. Years always add beauty and strength to a certain type of woman—and you’re that type.”
[Matthew says: None of this makes sense. She’s seventeen, so she looks more mature than she did when she was sixteen, and also because she’s the time of woman that will age beautifully, which you can tell now that she’s seventeen? Is this the book where we find out Zoey’s grandma is going senile?]
In case that wasn’t enough, the narrative behaves like that douchebag who has to shove his way to the front of a packed club and doesn’t care if he has to elbow you in the head to get there in order to remind us that Zoey has sick tattoos and AN AFFINITY FOR ALL THE FUCKING ELEMENTS:
“I do wish you didn’t have to cover your lovely tattoos to meet me here.” Grandma’s fingers rested briefly on my cheek where I’d hastily patted the thick concealing makeup fledglings were required to wear when they left the House of Night campus. Yes, humans knew vampyres existed—adult vamps didn’t conceal themselves. But the rules for fledglings were different. I guess it made sense—teenagers didn’t always handle conflict well—and the human world did tend to conflict with vampyres. […]
“Oh, Zoeybird, it’s just so magical,” Grandma said softly. “I’m so proud that the goddess has Chosen you as special and Marked you so uniquely.”
She hugged me again, and I clung to her, incredibly glad that I had her in my life. She accepted me for me. It didn’t matter to her that I was turning into a vampyre. It didn’t matter to her that I was already experiencing bloodlust and that I had the power to manifest all five of the elements: air, fire, water, earth, and spirit.
I could see how Zoey would be relieved her grandmother wasn’t bothered by the bloodlust, but her relief over her grandmother having no issue with her affinity for the elements reeks of humblebragging. I’m so lucky my grandmother doesn’t think I’m a total freak for being the star of my school and having loads of boyfriends and being chosen by the goddess and being able to control all the elements :(((!
Zoey is just thinking how much better her grandmother is than her mother, when lo and behold her mom shows up! Man, Zoey’s birthday just keeps getting shittier. Her mom has brought her cake and Zoey hates cake! [Matthew says: Well if she doesn’t like cake, at least now we know that the one thing Zoey doesn’t have an affinity for is Dauntless.]
“Come on, let’s all sit down. Zoey, you can go into Starbucks and get us something to drink in a minute. It’s a good thing your grandma invited me. As usual, no one else thought to bring a cake.”
We sat down and Mom wrestled with the tape on the bakery box. While she was busy, Grandma and I shared a look of complete understanding. I knew she hadn’t invited Mom, and she knew I absolutely hated birthday cake. Especially the cheap, overly sweet cake my mom always ordered from the bakery.
With the kind of horrible fascination usually reserved for gawking at car wrecks I watched Mom open the bakery box and reveal a small square one-layer white cake. The generic Happy Birthday was written in red, which matched the red poinsettias blobbed at each corner. Green icing trimmed the whole thing.
That cake does sound terrible, but at least it’s not a Jesus-suffering-on-the-Cross themed cake like her birthday card. Reserve your horrible fascination!
Zoey’s mom starts talking shit about how Zoey doesn’t even celebrate Christmas anymore, so Grandma and Zoey put her in her place by telling her how Yuletide/Winter Solstice is where it’s at, and Mom can suck a dick.
Grandma gives Zoey her gifts (a lavender plant that reminds Zoey of happy childhood days gone by, and a first edition, signed copy of Dracula [Matthew says: Which she found in a used book store that was going out of business, and, uh, I can think of one way that used bookstore could have maybe not gone out of business quite so quickly].) In case you were like WAIT. Is there some sort of connection between the fact that Zoey is a vampyre and Dracula has a vampyre/vampire in it, Zoey’s grandmother will clearly explain:
“Well, I know how much you love that spooky old story, and in light of recent events I thought it would be ironically funny for you to have a signed edition,” Grandma said.
This winds up turning into a conversation about imprinting, which Zoey’s mother expresses disgust over – humans and vampires in love? The horror!
“Did you know Bram Stoker was Imprinted by a vampyre, and that’s why he wrote the book?” I gushed as I oh-so-carefully turned the thick pages, checking out the old illustrations, which were, indeed, spooky.
“I had no idea Stoker had a relationship with a vampyre,” Grandma said.
“I wouldn’t call being bitten by a vampyre and then put under his spell a relationship,” my mother said.
Grandma and I looked at her. I sighed. “Mom, it’s way possible for a human and a vampyre to have a relationship. That’s what Imprinting is about.” Well, it was also about bloodlust and some serious desire, along with a psychic link that could be pretty disconcerting, all of which I knew from my experience with Heath. But I wasn’t going to mention that to Mom.
My mother shivered like something nasty had just run its finger up her spine. “It sounds disgusting to me.”
At first, I was thinking, ‘Ug, Zoey’s mom sure is not hip to the fact that vamps and humans can totes be a way beautiful thing.’ But then my brain unfortunately found footage of Heath’s boners being telepathically communicated. so I’m with Zoey’s mom on this one.
Zoey demands her mother tell her if she’d rather see her become an adult vampyre or die in the next four years. I get that mom hates vampyres, but I really think in this one instance she was just saying imprinting is gross (I have no evidence so far that what Zoey/Heath have ISN’T gross.)
There are a few reasonable moments where Zoey and Grandma explain that Zoey’s mom hurts her feelings a lot, and her mother apologizes and says they should start over, and Zoey should open her present.
My smile held until I recognized the white leather cover and gold-tipped pages. With my heart sinking down into my stomach, I turned the book over to read: The Holy Word, People of Faith Edition printed in expensive gold leaf cursive across the cover. Another glittering of excess gold caught my eye. Across the bottom of the cover it read, The Heffer Family. There was a red velvet bookmark with a gold tassel stuck inside the front pages of the book and, trying to buy time so I could think of something to say other than “this is a truly awful present,” I let the pages fall open there. Then I blinked, hoping what I was reading was just a trick of my eyes. No. It was really there. The book had opened to the family-tree page. In the weird back-slanted left-handed writing that I easily recognized as belonging to the step-loser, my mom’s name LINDA HEFFER had been penned in. A line had been drawn attaching it to JOHN HEFFER, with the date of their marriage off to the side. Underneath their names, written in as if we had been born to them, were the names of my brother, my sister, and me.
“Mom, please don’t do this again. If you can accept me, and if you really want to see me, then call and we’ll meet. But pretending you want to see me because John tells you what to do hurts my feelings and isn’t good for either of us.”“It is good for a wife to submit unto her husband,” John said.I thought about mentioning how chauvinistic and patronizing and just plain wrong that sounded, but instead I decided not to waste my breath and said, “John, go to hell.”
My grandma spoke up. Her voice was sad but stern. “Linda, it is unfortunate that you found and thenbought completely into a belief system that insists as one of its basic tenants that different meansevil.”“What your daughter has found is God, no thanks to you,” John snapped.“No. My daughter has found you, and it is sad but true that she never liked to think for herself. Now you’re doing her thinking for her. But here’s a little independent thought that Zoey and I would like toleave with you,” Grandma continued speaking as she handed me my lavender plant and first edition ofDracula, and then grabbed my elbow and pulled me to my feet. “This is America, and that means you don’t have the right to think for the rest of us. Linda, I agree with Zoey. If you can find some sense inthat head of yours and want to see us because you love us as we are, then give me a call. If not, I don’twant to hear from you again.” Grandma paused and shook her head in disgust at John. “And you, I don’t ever want to hear from again, no matter what.”
Thankfully, we were soon beyond hearing his rant. I felt like I was going to cry until I realized what my sweet old grandma was muttering to herself.“That man is such a damn turd monkey.”
Zoey’s mom starts talking shit about how Zoey doesn’t even celebrate Christmas anymore, so Grandma and Zoey put her in her place by telling her how Yuletide/Winter Solstice is where it’s at, and Mom can suck a dick.
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My smile held until I recognized the white leather cover and gold-tipped pages. With my heart sinking down into my stomach, I turned the book over to read: The Holy Word, People of Faith Edition printed in expensive gold leaf cursive across the cover.
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“It is good for a wife to submit unto her husband,” John said.
I thought about mentioning how chauvinistic and patronizing and just plain wrong that sounded, but instead I decided not to waste my breath and said, “John, go to hell.”
So I’m, like, starting to think that the Casts maybe have a pet peeve with obnoxious Christians? I don’t know. Just a feeling.
In all seriousness, this reads as if the Casts read up on things that millennials disliked and on the list they found “over the top Christianity”. So now they not only need to make sure that they put in references to how TOTALLY LAME those extremist fundamentalists are, they also need to put in a brief lecture on how it’s totally cool to celebrate Christmas anyway because they’re really celebrating Yuletide!
So the impression isn’t that the Casts are making a statement against crazy ultra-fundamentalist Christians but instead a statement that they totally get why this extreme Christianity shiz is so lame. You also get the idea that they put that little Yuletide thing in just to make sure non-Christians had something in their arsenal to use in case an Obnxious Christian tried to corner them.
It would be nice if maybe we saw a religious Christian in the story who was also not a dickhead? And not necessarily somebody who’s main function is “Be Christian”?
My mother shivered like something nasty had just run its finger up her spine. “It sounds disgusting to me.”
The problem with that scene is that, knowing as we do about Zoey and Heath, we’re probably supposed to sympathize with Zoey. But the thing is, her mother is actually dead right in this case. It DOES sound disgusting. Zoey just described a relationship based on the bloodlust of one half of the party causing a telepathic connection that exists even if neither side wants it – and it also makes Zoey sound like even more of a douche for not picking the guy she’s basically forced to be forever romantically interested with her.
Every time they try to make Zoey look good it amazingly results in her looking even worse than she did before. The only exception is when she’s paired up with somebody so obviously repulsive they could have just taken his dialogue from tweets by the Westboro Baptist Church.
It’s so off-putting that everything in these books just read like they’re the Casts’ opinions and not those of their characters. I don’t know how people could immerse themselves in this series and forget that someone is pulling the strings because it’s so apparent in scenes like this and scenes where they’re like, “It’s totes kewl when gay men say the word homo! Gay people are super sensitive and like to wrap Christmas presents with bows!” The only character that even feels like she’s an actual person is Aphrodite, and even she was stupidly written in her first appearance in this book.
YES We’re supposed to hate Zoey’s mother so much that we automatically side against anything she says, but there is nothing about imprinting we’ve read so far that makes it sound great. Everything about Zoey and Heath HAS been gross! It was like her step-father had to show up before we were supposed to realize that, so we could redirect our frustration onto him because he’s so absurdly written that you can never find a reason to side with him at all.
I agree about having a character who is Christian (and not having that be his or her only defining characteristic) would be interesting to see how they might grapple with that aspect of their religion and vampyrism. But I don’t think the Casts would be able to write that person without reminding us every other sentence that he’s Christian.
Yeah, I only brought up Christianity specifically because the Casts were particularly obnoxious about this character. You can just as easily substitute in gay, Southern, a twin, et cetera ad nauseum.
Ja’mie is back!!!
I don’t get John’s motives for doing what he’s doing. Is he trying to ruin her birthday by forcing his wife to show up with a shitty gift and cake? Is he trying to get Zoey to leave the vamprye school so she’ll die? Or so she’ll “repent” and covert to his religion? And why does he care about Zoey at all??? Zoey hates him and the feeling seems mutual, so that fact that he and Zoey’s mom are still in this series doesn’t serve any purpose except to cause pointless drama. And to reinforce the YA trope that all parents are evil, useless/absent, or dead.
I couldn’t even believe these gifs existed, I feel like some divine intervention is happening here.
I have literally no idea what his motivations are. There is no way for him to save Zoey without her dying because becoming human again isn’t an option for her. I was also kind of under the impression he would have given up at this point and just shut her out of their lives. That would have actually made more sense if he used his control over Zoey’s mother to keep them apart…why the fuck did he make her go to this? And then hide at another table?
Parents may be evil, but grandmas are cool as shit I guess.
There are so many kinds of wrong in this scene that could have been really good. The idea of Zoey meeting with her grandmother and idea that they are on the same wavelength could have shown that although Zoey feels like a misfit in her family, she does have someone she can trust and lean on. And this could perhaps build to Zoey needing her grandmother’s guidance on something later, or having to deal with the fact that the one person she was close with in her family has passed away (as will inevitably happen).
Instead we get some paper thin narrative which only tries to make Zoey look badass by comparison to the weakest character in the series and the dumbest character in the series (your choice on which is which).
Also, why would John make it look like Zoey is his daughter if he hates her so much? Wouldn’t it have been more impactful if she had been left out of the family tree? That symbol of being disowned by someone you don’t care about but who has such a tight grip on a blood relative who wouldn’t do the same thing in an other circumstance would have been more emotional, I think.
This series is a mess (but I’m soooooooooo glad you guys are reading it!)
You know the part about this chapter that makes me the angriest is the mom telling Zoey to go into Starbucks to get drinks. It’s HER birthday. YOU buy the drinks, mom! Also bringing a cake to a place that sells pastries is weird. Also it’s a very foreign concept to me to find a Starbucks that’s open at 9 pm at all, let alone on Christmas Eve. I think the Starbucks around here tend to close at 7 or 8.
I still don’t understand why, in this reality where vampires/vampyres are real, Dracula and TrueBlood exist. I mean, I know there are still stories about humans even though humans also exist, but it just seems weird to me that, say, Buffy the Vampire Slayer would exist and still be popular in a world where vampires/vampyres exist. Are all the actors on those shows also vampyres in this universe? So many questions.
I also started wondering if Jesus was a vampyre when reading this entry.
Maybe that’s a plot twist. Zoey learns that Jesus was a vampire for th sole purpose of rubbing it in her Christian family’s face.