This book is one sloppy, slimy, BORING piece of garbage.

All Fallen Angels is, is an exquisite torture device. If a plot point is introduced in this book--say, dead babies or demons or someone under a death threat--it's mentioned for one page, and then not spoken of again for any number of chapters, before it leaps out at you again and leaves you blinking at it, wondering where the heck that came from.

Let me paraphrase. Simon is a player who doesn't care anything about the two girls he's dating (because if he cared, he would actually tell them that he's dating them both). 

Jace is King of the Feel-Sorry-For-Me Hill (he literally spent 95% of his camera time moping and sulking, 15% kissing Clary, 15% persuing some kind of friendship-stalker thing with Simon, and 2% thinking about monsters and Shadowhunting stuff. And right now, you're thinking, "this girl can't count--that isn't 100%". No, it isn't. The moping factor overlaps the other stuff AND stands on its own.)

Clary is not a Shadowhunter, in fact she has developed Bella Swan's inability to stand on her own two feet and not trip over things at inconvenient (AKA let-someone-catch-me) moments. Throughout the entire book, all she does is moon over Jace, give Simon bad advice, and scratch her head in bewilderment--and burst into tears because no one loves her anymore.

Isabelle's only goal in life is to catch Simon's eye, until she dumps him, at which point she decides her only goal in life is to narrow her eyes at him from a distance.

Maia's goal - look to Isabelle's goal.

Luke and Jocelyn are personality-less stage props who argue in the background and never actually do anything.

Kyle...oh my gosh, Kyle. I knew who he was ten pages after his introduction, as well as all of his motivations. Clare doesn't even try to make it hard for us anymore. Kyle's only purpose is to shout vocals into a microphone while Simon slaughters little girls (not that I mind, he is a vampire. What I hated was the fact that he spent the rest of the book WHINING about it).

Magnus and Alec don't exist, except to appear at the end of the book and whine about Magnus' love life. And I think Alec pushed Clary back to Jace once, giving us one more kissy scene between them. Gee, thanks, Alec. We needed that.

Also, there was this scene where Clary was looking at her mom and Luke, and tried not to think about how gross it was that two people of their age were in love. WHAAAAT?! So, Clary thinks that love is only for teenagers, is that it? Once you're older than that, you don't deserve love anymore?

What kind of a heroine is this? Am I really supposed to respect her?

This review is getting too long, and I'm getting nauseous just thinking about it. Let me say, then, that Clare cobbled together the "climax" in ten pages or less, and used it as a tool to just rehash what's been done before. Clare, I've got to tell you, some people can stay dead and not make the book any worse for it. Also, some people can come back to life and induce a large number of people to throw books at walls.

What a waste of paper and life. (And if you think the next book gets better, by the way, think again. It's the same as this one, but amplified and with extra kissy scenes on all fronts.)

Let me do my Jace imitation here, then. "I don't like hating books, Clare," I whined piteously. "It gives me a headache and makes me want to, I don't know, eat tomato soup out of a can or something. Stop making me do this!"

Do you know what? I'm over it. When I spent several horrified hours reading about the truth of Cassandra Clare (or whatever she decides to call herself), I was angry, frustrated, disgusted and a little sad. I was unhappy to look back on these books and see them drop from 5-star ratings, to 1-star ratings.

I don't care anymore. If anything, I'm finding a grim kind of satisfaction in ripping up these 5-star ratings. It's good to know that even I can learn.

So, having researched a lot about Claire and her books, and having dutifully flicked through City of Glass again, I've noticed a few things. I already posted some of them in my review of City of Bones, but let me illustrate them here for you:

Clary- red hair. Ginny- red hair. Clary- main female love interest. Ginny- main female love interest. Clary- uses a wand stele to blow stuff up. Ginny- uses a wand to blow stuff up.

Jace- blonde hair. Draco- blonde hair. Jace- a serious jerk who treats everyone like garbage. Draco- a serious jerk who treats everyone like garbage. Jace- has an evil blonde father who was once a member of a racist group of bad guys (Downworlders). Draco- has an evil blonde father who was once a member of a racist group of bad guys (any non-pureblood).

Simon- dark hair. Harry- dark hair.

Maia- brown hair. Hermione- brown hair.

Alec- dark hair. Neville- dark hair.

Valentine- three-syllable name, begins with V. Voldemort- three-syllable name, begins with V. (You'd think V would be an uncommon enough letter that Claire would be able to change it easily, but nooooo, she wanted to keep her copycat name.)

Do you see? Those aren't the only similarities, look anywhere and you'll find them left and right. The plot is riddled with them. My point is that Claire was too lazy to even change little things like hair colors or wands.

And these are just the Harry Potter similarities, I'm not getting into the Star Wars or all the others she so blatantly stole from.

Okay. Now, as I was saying, I flicked through this book again today. I thought, if any of her books could hold onto at least a 2-star rating, it would be this one. This was my favorite of the series.

No. No, no no. The more I read, the more revolted I am by the entire thing. My list is endless, but here's a sample of the things I detest the most:

1. Jace/Clary incestuous romance.
2. Lazy, sloppy, repetitive writing.
3. Everyone has to be so special.
4. The books are 95% whining.
5. There are more holes in the plot than in Swiss cheese.
6. Pick a possible deus ex machina, it's in here.
7. Inconsistent characters/motivations/politics.
8. Inconsistent usage of powers.
9. Flat, senseless world-building.
10. A heartless, cowardly, sappy, selfish, stupid cast of characters.

11. Too many unnecessary and brainless similies.

I could do this all day...just imagine the rest of my list.

Clare has this habit of trying to make all of her characters unique. Special. The most powerful. Whatever. Every single one has to have a "tortured past" or a "dark secret" or a "power nobody else can wield.......or comprehend". You know, that stuff gets old after a while. Simon had to be the only vampire who can walk around in daylight, Clary had to be the only Shadowhunter who can create Marks, Jace had to be the only Shadowhunter with super-special blood, etc.

So many allegiances flip and flop in this book, it's unbelievable. A person can literally be a backstabbing quintuple-agent, or just decide to be a good guy, then a bad guy, then a good guy again, because he/she hears an inspiring speech or two. There's never the least motivation behind any of it.

Don't even get me started on the Marks. Again, even when I liked these books, I hated the Marks. They're never properly explained - no, not even an effort was ever made to explain them sufficiently - and the way they're used varies way too much. There are a hundred places in this book where I'll remember a Mark they used somewhere else, and be snapping at the characters to use it. They never do, because they're stupid.

Other times, they use a Mark that has worked perfectly in the past, and it has either no effect at all, or a different effect than we've seen previously.

Also, I think I've confirmed it for myself that Clare is as racist as her villain. These books would at least be the perfect opportunity to stand up for Downworlders and prove that human is human (Shadowhunters are just as inhuman as Downworlders, keep in mind), but instead, we reach the end of this book, and it seems distinctly like Downworlders are still looked down on. They have to scratch and scramble for every inch they can get, because those wonderful, heroic Shadowhunters think Downworlders are about as pleasant as creeping mold. Never, not even once, does Clare try to make it seem like the entire set of Downworlders are as heroic as those Shadowhunters. They're never praised as much when they do good, they're condemned when they do things half as awful as some of the Shadowhunters do daily, and even though they give pretty much everything to help in the end, that's just kind of ignored in the narrative. Everything the Shadowhunters give them, is given grudgingly.

Such wonderful people to look up to, no?

So . . . I'm finished. Finally, I'm finished. I want nothing more to do with this series or this author, ever again.

I said that I would continue my research into Cassandra Claire, and I said I would flip through this book again to decide what I thought of it . . . and I did both. It gave me a migraine and broke my faith in humanity all over again, but I did it.

I don't change 5-star reviews to 1-star reviews on a whim. I don't do it for any reason other than my own personal opinion of the thing that I'm reviewing. My opinion of this book has crashed and burned. To all the people I've talked about these books with, to all the people who've heard me praise them, I'm very, very sorry. I can't have City of Ashes displaying 5 stars on my shelves any longer. I can't.

I'm going to explain a part of why this is. My rant is in italics, the actual review is below it.

Have you ever heard of a Finnish band called Nightwish? They're classified as symphonic metal or operatic metal. We heard some samples of their music online, and I was blown away. For weeks, I absolutely adored them. We collected all of their albums, and they became one of my sister's favorite bands.

Their singer's name was Tarja Turunen. She's an amazing singer and really a very cool, wonderful person. She was with Nightwish for years, I think she was even with them when they started. These people had been friends forever and toured over most of the world together.

Nightwish recorded a couple of concerts for DVD's. The last one they did, "The End of an Era" I think it's called, was advertised left and right as Tarja Turunen's last concert.

But here's the hitch: Tarja didn't want to leave the band. She loved her work. If you watch that concert, you can see that she's having a great time. It's so heartbreaking and frustrating.

That night, the guys from the band departed and left Tarja a written note telling her goodbye, you're fired, etc. A NOTE. After decades of friendship and all they'd accomplished, they didn't even go to her in person and tell her. And she didn't do anything wrong, either - they were just annoyed that she had a personal life outside the band.

But the story isn't over yet. Tarja's replacement was with these guys for two albums. She toured all over the place with them and did her absolute best for them. One day though, she had to go to the hospital - it was food poisoning or something spontaneous and relatively minor. She was in there overnight, and THE NEXT DAY she learned BY READING that she'd been fired and already replaced by a new singer.

I just.....I can't even.....

I won't listen to Nightwish anymore. Never ever, unless I'm trying to cheer up my sister, who still loves them. I can't, because I hate the other band members. I can't hear their music without wanting to grind my teeth.

That is Cassandra Clare, except she's even worse. As much as I despise the Nightwish guys, I can admit that they made some good music. I spent two hours this morning skimming through City of Ashes, and honestly? I'm having serious trouble deciding why I loved these books in the first place.

I'm not the kind of person who can overlook stuff like that. I can't enjoy listening to Nightwish's music because I'm disgusted with the band members, and hearing their music makes me think of them, which makes me angry. I won't support them anymore.

I won't support Cassandra Clare anymore, either. Her personal behavior was the first thing that made me want to drop her books from 5-star ratings to 1-stars. But there are other reasons, too.

Actual Review:

There are so many little things. A phrase here, a paragraph there, a line of dialogue or a description or anything really, that will have me scratching my head or scowling. I've read some weird writing styles, okay? Not all of them agree with me. If I have to stop in the middle of a paragraph and stare at a particular word choice to try and figure out what it means, something is not right.

I'll find an example or ten, it's so easy since they're all over every page.

Here's one on the first page I opened:

His eyes gleamed, narrow and shining like the moon at a quarter full.

The bartender, Freaky Pete, just looked at the boy and shook his head in disgust. If the boy hadn't been a Shadowhunter, Maia guessed, Pete would have tossed him out of the Moon, but instead he just walked to the other end of the bar and busied himself polishing glasses.

"Actually," said Bat, who was unable to stay out of anything, "we don't serve it because it's really crappy beer."

The boy turned his narrow, shining gaze on Bat, and smiled delightedly.

Let me explain. In the first sentence of that quote and the last sentence, Clare decided to describe his eyes as "narrow and shining". Not only did she repeat the use of one word, but she used TWO of them, back to back, within four paragraphs, to describe the same thing. That's some awesome vocabulary she has, isn't it?

And Bat is unable to stay out of anything. What . . . ? Any argument or conversation, I think she means. Otherwise he would see an erupting volcano and just have to jump down into it, right?

This scene, by the way, is where Jace goes to a werewolf bar to tease the patrons. The wolves are mourning because one of their children was just brutally murdered, and Jace makes a point of insulting them for being upset about it.

Some hero. Are we supposed to look up to this guy?

This scene also points out that Shadowhunters, no matter how horribly they're behaving, can't be driven out of a Downworlder bar. Because they're so much more special than everyone else. Ummm, Clare, this isn't a good way to portray your organization of "heroes". It's really racist, for one thing (Shadowhunters are so far above other not-quite-human people, like werewolves), and for another it's just stupid. It's THEIR bar, and HE'S being the jerk, so shouldn't it be fine for them to throw him out, no matter who or what he is?

Another quote:

"I never thought I would enter the Silent City," he said. "Not even in death."

Alec says this when he's staring at pillars that are made from the bones of cremated Shadowhunters. Clare explains quite pointedly, more than once, that Shadowhunters' bodies are burned and their ashes used to build the city. Alec is a Shadowhunter. Wouldn't it be a waste to not use his bones/ashes? Why on earth would he think they wouldn't use his corpse that way? Are only awesome Shadowhunters used? This line is never properly explained.

The smell of ashes and smoke hung heavy on the air, familiar to her from the last time she was here - but there was something else underlying those smells, a heavier, thicker stench, like rotting fruit.

This is Clare's way of describing the smell of blood. Rotting fruit. I've got to tell you, I've smelled blood, and I've smelled rotting fruit, and they are nothing alike.

Inlaid silver stars sprinkled the stone like precious confetti.

Precious confetti? Really? How exactly do you make confetti precious? You make it out of gold chips and gemstones? In that case, it wouldn't be confetti anymore, right?

"If you want to study a Shadowhunter, I won't be much use to you," Clary cut in. Her hand ached where the sprite had bitten it, and she fought the urge to scream or burst into tears. "I don't know anything about Shadowhunting. I hardly have any training. I'm the wrong person to pick." On, she added silently.

Meet Clary, our wonderful heroine. This is what happens to her when she's bitten by a little monster that did about as much damage as a sewing needle. She wants to throw a two-year-old's tantrum. And she just has to mentally add that "on" so that you know she's not petty at all.

My father never gave me anything," Clary said. "He didn't even give me a name.

Clary, Clary, Clary. He's your father. He gave you life, does that not count?

"Alas,", said the Queen of the Seelie Court. Her expression was sharp with a sort of cruel delight.

The cruel delight in her face and voice had sharpened, and her words seemed to stab into Clary's ears like needles.

Both of those descriptions are on the same page, and both pertain to the Seelie Queen. Claire reuses THREE of the same words to describe her face, just in case we were too stupid to get it the first time.

This scene is priceless:

He closed Luke's front door behind him soundlessly and loped down the front steps two at a time. On the lawn by the footpath was a motorcycle, the engine still rumbling. It had a weirdly organic look to it: Pipes like ropy veins wound up and over the chassis, and the single headlight, now dim, resembled a gleaming eye. In a way, it looked as alive as the boy who was leaning against the cycle, looking at Jace curiously. He was wearing a brown leather jacket and his dark hair curled down to the collar of it and fell over his narrowed eyes. He was grinning, exposing pointed white teeth. Of course, Jace thought, neither the boy nor the motorcycle was really alive; they both ran on demon energies, fed by the night.

"Raphael," Jace said, by way of greeting.

"You see," Raphael said, "I have brought it, as you asked me to."

This chapter starts out with Jace making a phone call, but Claire doesn't tell you who he calls or what he says. Then, a page later, Raph shows up and just has to inform the reader that Jace had called him and asked for the cycle. Because we readers are too thick-headed to figure that out on our own. Seriously, who would say that like Raphael did unless, you were trying to not-so-sneakily call your readers idiots?

Also, she describes the cycle as having "ropy veins". Since we all know veins CANNOT BE ROPY, she must mean that it looks like it has metal ropes tied around it, right? Because if she wanted them to be vein-like, we wouldn't even be able to see them, thus making this description completely unnecessary.

And, she says it has a dim headlight that's like a gleaming eye. Dim headlight. DIM. Dim things don't gleam, Claire. If they gleamed, they wouldn't be dim, that's kind of the point.

Also, notice all the silly, unneeded similies all over those few quotes? I'll bet Clare puts at least three or four similies on every single page, and most of them don't make any sense. She described water as "running like blood" at least once. Because it would be too silly for water to run like water, right?

Okay, I'm finished. But seriously, I just opened up this book at random pages and found these problems on every page. You don't have to be an English major or a master wordsmith to realize that these things she writes are stupid. And yes, it took me far too long to realize it myself.

So, since I don't want to read any more of her quotes, let me talk about one other thing before I sign off: the romance.

First of all, Jace and Clary are a prime example of insta-love. The first book lasts for about three days, I think, and they're already proclaiming their undying love for each other. This book is no better - actually, it's worse. Jace treats Clary like garbage at all hours of the day, but when he occasionally gives her doe-eyes, she melts. Neither one of them can look at the other without reaffirming how gorgeous he/she is. This means that throughout this 453-page book, we're treated to a new description of Jace's or Clary's beauty every time they look at each other. They spend probably half the book gazing soulfully at each other, so that's a lot.

This isn't love, guys. Neither Jace nor Clary really try for an excuse of love, they just like looking at each other and kissing each other and touching each other. They don't like each other's personalities or anything, they aren't friends. That's lust, not love.

Also, in this book it's presented quite bluntly as incestuous love. Eeeeww. I have a brother and I love him, we're good friends. He drives me crazy and he's an annoying little jerk, but we're siblings, that's the way I'm supposed to think of him. And yet, Claire thinks it's perfectly fine to throw this in there, and then act like it's disgusting every time Clary tries to stop herself. She acts like Jace ogling and kissing his little sister is not only okay, but even that it should be encouraged?!

And when people have asked Clare about the incest in her books, she just says, "And?"

Nothing else. No explanation, no discussion, no consideration. Just a monosyllabic reply that means nothing.

Teens can handle a lot of stuff that people think they can't. Teens can be tough, but good grief, when I was a teen I didn't want to accidentally stumble across scenes like the ones between Jace and Clary in this book. It's disgusting. Even when I liked these books, I thought it was disgusting.

...And so ends my longest review ever. I can't talk about this anymore...

I am such an idiot. A blind, ignorant idiot. *sigh* I'm going to explain why, and it's going to be painful, but first I need to say something else.

Authors are human. They're people, and they have the same rights and responsibilities as anyone else. Saying an author is banned from something, or exempt from something, is just like saying a traffic conductor or a baker or a receptionist "can't do this" or "doesn't have to put up with that". Writing is a hobby or a profession, just like any other hobby or profession; it doesn't change who you are beyond those parameters.

It's sickening to me that so many of Clare's fans defend her by saying, "She's an author! She can do whatever she wants!"

No. It's inexcusable to treat people like dirt, and cheat and lie and steal, and bully and be hypocritical and callous and cruel, just because you're an author. It's inexcusable to take other people's writings, often word-for-word, and publish them as your own - that's called plagiarism. It's inexcusable to get your lawyer friends to patrol the internet and erase records of your lies and cruelty. It's inexcusable to tell someone that their parents should have had them aborted. It's inexcusable to frame people for things they didn't do and try to get them kicked out of their university, just because you're an author.

That is wrong.

Now, with that said.....

I read these books years ago. I hated the covers at first sight and, when I flicked through the pages at the bookstore, I was bored, so I decided never to buy them, but my mother bought them and enjoyed them, and persuaded me to give them a try.

And you know what? I liked them. I thought they were entertaining. I thought the characters were funny and the action was cool. I didn't have any friends who'd read them then, and I didn't use the internet, so I didn't know a thing about Cassandra Clare except for what it said in her "about the author" page.

Now I'm looking at this book's 4.14 overall rating, and I'm so ashamed that I played a part in raising that. I was so stupid.

Okay. For a long time, I loved these first three TMI books. I even enjoyed the first of the Infernal Devices, despite its many obvious flaws. When I heard that Clare was putting out a fourth TMI book, I was actually happy.

I read it, and I hated it. I really, really hated it. I was so disappointed, because at that time I still liked the first three. I decided to give Clare one more chance, and when the fifth book came out and my brother bought it, I read that, too. Or I tried; I couldn't get through it. I literally could not force myself to read past the halfway mark.

Maybe that was the beginning; maybe on some subconscious level, I was actually growing up. You know how you watched those 30-year-old cartoons when you were really little, and now you've grown, you look back on them and they're so cheesy and ridiculous and pitiful that they make you want to laugh? That's how I feel now, except I also want to rip out my hair.

Until about a month ago, I'd heard vague rumors while drifting around on Goodreads. I'd heard that Clare was a plagiarist. I wasn't surprised, but I didn't look back on her books and immediately decide to hate them, either - I mean come on, even J.K. Rowling was guilty of plagiarism.

My real education began today, when I was bored and decided to actually do some research on Cassandra Claire.

Authors are human, okay? Just because she's made a lot of money on these books, doesn't make her some kind of deity. The things she's done to people.....they're inhuman. There are disgusting facts all over the place. She's tried to stamp them out, but they're there. They're not too hard to find.

But that's beside the point, my review is for this book. I tried to read this book again just an hour or so ago, from the beginning.....and I couldn't do it. Everything I knew about plagiarism kept flashing through my head. I kept reading these scenes, and thinking of the original versions of them, before she switched around a few names here and there and pasted them into her book. I couldn't, can't, and will never be able to, read this stuff again.

And that's not all. I'm going to bring up those 30-year-old cartoons again, Thundercats and Transformers and He-Man and Herculoids. I used to think the jokes in those cartoons were funny. I used to be enthralled by the fight scenes. I never cared how corny everything was.

That's what's happened to these books. I've read so many amazing books since I read these last, they've cleared my eyes. The jokes in these books aren't funny anymore. The action is recycled. The plot has nothing in it that I haven't seen done better elsewhere. I actually stare at some of the sentences on these pages now, and I can't believe I never noticed before how silly they are. It's so obvious that Claire thought she was a poetic genius; the prose just reeks of self-satisfaction.

I.....was.....so.....stupid.

This review is getting long, but I need to point out a few things I notice now that really sicken me.

Clary. Everyone praises her. Everyone. Every single person in the book is awed by her beauty, stunned by her intelligence, entertained by her wit. Isabelle is jealous of her in every way. Alec is jealous of her beauty and charm, for crying out loud. I skimmed over a good portion of City of Bones today before I threw it at the wall, and it's amazing how many pages were wasted on just praising Clary.

A little more realistic description of Clary: she's cowardly, selfish, stupid, naive, whiny, careless, judgemental, and generally worthless in every way. She's a constant ball and chain for the others to drag around. She never ever EVER figures anything out for herself, she needs to be beaten over the head with information before she can absorb it. She is (of course) completely blind to her own stunning beauty, and blind to the fact that half the city is in love with her. She cries like a spoiled toddler when she doesn't get her way, and if there's a trap on the ground, you can bet she'll put her foot in it and then blame somebody else when she breaks an ankle. She's disdainful or jealous of all other girls on the planet, she's obsessed with describing clothing and hairdos, and we all know she judges books (and people) by their covers.

She whines when other people have talents she doesn't - little things like being able to raise one eyebrow. She goes on missions to "save" her "best friend", but then FORGETS ABOUT HIM at least a dozen times, just because she gets hypnotized by another guy's good looks. She's supposedly determined to help her mother, but she FORGETS ABOUT HER over and over again until someone else brings up the subject.

What a kind, sweet, thoughtful friend and daughter she is, no?

And it's not just Clary, really. Most/all characters in this book have at least one, and probably more, of the above traits. They also spend pages and pages and pages praising each other's mental and physical attributes for no apparent reason. None of the characters seem to have any redeeming qualities except for the fact that any one of them could show up at a beauty contest and steal the crown without even trying.

Jace is a whiny, self-absorbed, hypocritical creeper.

Simon is a clueless, helpless, lovestruck dunce.

Isabelle is a jealous, shallow, condescending witch. (Actually, all the women in these books - Jocelyn, Clary, Isabelle, Jessamine, and all the others, seem to look down their noses at females in general. Is this a reflection of some kind?)

Alec is a moronic, opportunistic, pathetic crybaby.

I'd go on, but I don't really fell the inclination. . . .

Claire goes out of her way to make all of her characters "perfect", and I'm not kidding. They're all beautiful, they're all superpowered, they're all "heroic". Each one has something very special about them, something tragic, something secret and mysterious.

"And when everyone's super, *evil chuckle* no one will be." - A quote from The Incredibles

She also included the very obvious token gay character, but she neglected to add the black character. All of her characters who aren't blue-skinned or grey-skinned, are white. All of them. Does she have some vendetta against dark-skinned people? Oriental people? Indian people? Etc.?

Oh yes, and one other interesting fact about me: I was so disgusted with Claire's last two TMI books that before I did my research today, I'd sworn to myself I would never ever EVER watch the movie that is being made from this book. I was still so stupid.....but at least there was one thing that Myself then, and Myself now, can agree on. I'm appalled that it's so easy to find out the truth about Cassandra Clare just from a few searches on Google, and yet millions and millions of dollars are being wasted to put her material on film. It's sickening.

Let me add a few little things about The Mortal Instruments before I'm done.

- The Mortal Instruments was the name of Clare's old Harry Potter Ron/Ginny incest fanfic.

- Lupin/Luke, similar names, both werewolves.

-Muggles/Mundanes. Regular, non-magic humans.

-Wands/steles

-Voldemort/Valentine. Same number of syllables, starts with the rather uncommon letter V. Valentine wants to purge all those who aren't "pure", like Muggle-borns  Downworlders.

-Mrs. Norris/Church. Just because there was a cat at Hogwarts and there had to be one at the Institute, too.

-Hogwarts/Institute

-Wormtail/Hodge

-Ginny/Clary. Red hair. Also, since most of these books are word-for-word from Clare's Harry Potter fanfiction, she seems to have run a search-and-replace to put the name "Clary" where "Ginny" had been.

I could go on forever, because Clare has blatantly stolen themes, jokes, names, and even whole paragraphs from dozens of places. But I'm tired of writing this. I'm tired of thinking about this.

I'm just glad I learned the truth.