Rereading ROTS i noticed this which stood out to me. We see in the movies he gets pissed about not getting the rank of master and feels disrespected he doesn't get the recognition he feels he deserves. But in the novels he really only wants the rank of master so he could have access to ancient jedi holocrons to help save Padme. There is a passage that starts in the novel before speaking with Palptine about him being part of the council The Jedi Temple also contained the archives, the vast library that encompassed the Order’s entire twenty-five millennia of existence: everything from the widest-ranging cosmographical surveys to the intimate journals of a billion Jedi Knights. It was there Anakin hoped to find everything that was known about prophetic dreams—and everything that was known about preventing these prophecies from coming to pass. His only problem was that the deepest secrets of the greatest Masters of the Force were stored in restricted holocrons; since the Lorian Nod affair, some seventy standard years before, access to these holocrons was denied to all but Jedi Masters. After Palaptine tells him that he will make him part of the council, he got his hopes up. He finally thought this was his opportunity to access the holocrons. He didn't care about respect or being a memeber of the council. Palpatine had somehow seen into his secret heart, and had chosen to offer him the one thing he most desired in all the galaxy. He didn’t care about the Council, not really—that was a childish dream. He didn’t need the Council. He didn’t need recognition, and he didn’t need respect. What he needed was the rank itself. All that mattered was Mastery. All that mattered was Padmé. This was a gift beyond gifts: as a Master, he could access those forbidden holocrons in the restricted vault. He could find a way to save her from his dream … And than of course the next scene when he was in front of the council and not granted the rank of master was much more intense in the novel. Yoda- Disturbing is this move by Chancellor Palpatine. On many levels. Anakin- I understand. Mace- I’m not sure you do. Anakin was barely paying attention; in his mind, he was already leaving the Council Chamber, riding the turbolift to the archives, demanding access to the restricted vault by authority of his new rank Mace- You will attend the meetings of this Council,but you will not be granted the rank and privileges of a Jedi Master. Anakin- What? How dare you? How dare you? No Jedi in this room can match my power—no Jedi in the galaxy! You think you can deny Mastery to me? This is an insult to me, and to the Chancellor. Do not imagine that it will be tolerated. Mace- Take your seat, young Skywalker. Anakin-(Inside his head) You think you can stop me from saving my love? You think you can make me watch her die? Go ahead and Vaapad this, you— Obi Wan- Anakin, please Anakin- Forgive me Masters Anakin could only sit, sick at heart, stunned with helplessness. Padmé—oh, Padmé, what are we going to do? He didn’t know. He didn’t have a clue. But he knew one thing he wasn’t going to do. He wasn’t going to give up. Even with the Council against him—even with the whole Order against him—he would find a way. He would save her. Somehow.