 too lazy to login 8/16/04 . chapter 1 As always - gorgeous inner Janet monologue and delightful banter.
"I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the door. I imagined Sam, her expression shy and wide-eyed as she bent to kiss me. She was loyal. She respected me. I was just crazy. I banged my head against the steel."
Made me want to sigh and laugh at the same time. Haven't we all been aqquainted with that feeling of insecurity and paranoia at one point or another? You recreate that feeling so well.
And your style is so... eloquently simplistic. Sometimes, that demonstrates one's talents as a writer best - not enough to become unnecessarily wordy (which more times than not belies one's proficiency) but *just* enough to shed some light at your ease with characterization and words. I find that it's very important to me as a reader (and self-entitled critic) to see that.
... And your frequent lines of vague (sometimes dry) comedic relief is a major plus, too.
*And* there's *such* cuteness! As one demands from literature that catagorizes as fluff! *makes random sounds of fangirl-y appreciation* Just fantastic stuff - everything you've written.
And, well, I apologize (but aren't really sorry, as such...) for going off on such a tangent. It's late, and it's always difficult to find something worth reading these days. But now that I'm senselessly pleased that I have found something good (good? fantastic! many fantastics!), I'll turn in for the night.
Val
... A thought. O'Neill lied to Janet about the girl? Sam's note was missing? Is it possible that the two are connected...? If so! that's great, somewhat subtle, never resolved, and very humorous - such is life! Or, if not! I obviously think too much at times when I shouldn't be. ... Or I'm missing something. |