This chapter begins “Part Three, The Descent Beckons.”  Why do I bring this up?  Well, because I can’t figure out why it exists.  We’re not entering a new story arc, we’re just continuing right along from the last chapter.  If we wanted to get into a new arc, it should have happened back when Jace…

Clary finally finds her voice and yells for Hodge to let her go.  Why she wasn’t doing this the whole time Valentine was there, we’ll never know.  Hodge refuses to let her out because she’ll try and kill him, but…she’s a 16 year-old girl with no training and he’s part of the a group of…

Guess what?  MORE BANTER!  This time they are joking about how normal-sized the cup is.  Dorthea wants to see the cup. she took a step toward Clary, holding her long red-nailed hands out for the Cup. Clary, without knowing why, shrank back. Oh, come on!  This is just painful, now.  If Clary doesn’t know why…

Suddenly, we switch to Jace’s POV!  I guess Clary was figuring out too much shit, so we had to move over to the guy who’s just sitting on his bed and sulking.  Since, as we all know, figuring shit out is just a no-no in YA books.  No one wants to read about that. Isabelle…

Have I mentioned yet that nearly every description in this book is a simile?  Most of them hold up decently on their own, but there’s just so many of them.  It’s like nothing is allowed to just look like itself, it always has to be something else first.  And that doesn’t even get into the…