Jillian Johnson is six feet tall with her boots on. She is as muscular as any professional athlete (think Olympic tennis or gymnastics), and it is one of the first things you’d notice about her if she were in shorts and a tee. She has thick–thick thick thick–dark brown hair. Her eyes are dark brown, as are her eyebrows, which dominate her face. She doesn’t pluck or wax them (ain’t nobody got time for that), so they’re a bit wild. Her nose is a little bit crooked from a long-ago training accident, and she has faint scarring on her chin and cheeks–mementos of Patrick. The rest of her scars are mostly hidden beneath clothes, but she has dozens.
Jillian is as thick as a bowl of oatmeal. She has a generous bosom that requires three (3) sports bras when she’s patrolling, and she never has to wear a belt–her ample back bumper keeps things firmly in place. Because she works out so much, her waist is quite trim. Until she met Benjamin, who goes into positively lewd detail about how much he likes her curves, she was unaware that she has an attractive shape.
For all of Jillian’s muscles, she’s a girly dresser. She almost always prefers skirts and dresses in her downtime, and if there’s florals in her outfit, all the better. She loves brushing her hair and experimenting with various hairstyles and accessories. She doesn’t have time for makeup anymore, but she appreciates it and loves any chance to try some on.
She can never find pretty shoes that fit. It’s her cross to bear.
Not extraordinarily so. The unreliable narrator is used to hide information from the reader, and it’s not one of my favorite narrative tools.
However, that doesn’t mean that Jill is always correct. I suppose it’s neither here nor there at this point, but (for example) in Sentinel she told Reid to not kill Matthew because “they’d figure out it was [him.]”
Actually, the elders wouldn’t have figured it out. They’d suspect, but as you saw soon after, Reid is quite an efficient killer. He would’ve done the job quickly and cleanly. Afterwards, all Jill and Reid would’ve had to do when questioned was:
On one hand, that would’ve spared Jillian a lot of angst. On the other, who knows what the trajectory of the story would’ve been?
Wide Spread Interests 