Reviews for FINDING HIMSELF |
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![]() ![]() ![]() it's weird how prudish and worried about how he would think of her for even just being sexual with how open her mom was about all of this. idk what your point was, but maybe teaching a young girl about sex and letting her know you're cool if she gets on trouble and that you'll "fix it" for her isn't the way to go? it sounded like that conversation had been pretty young. maybe she wasn't ready. either way, she is bizarrely uncomfortable with her sexuality. as someone that grew up and still is religious, I never had that issue in HS lol maybe I should have but. |
![]() ![]() ![]() lol the wet pj's it's called a drying charm lol |
![]() ![]() Great work! |
![]() ![]() This has an interesting start with cool characterization of Cedric. But as always, with curses like this, I wonder why they can’t just replace his legs when they get useless with a wooden one or something out of magic like Moody has. It would leave him able to walk. Not having any legs and being permanently immobilized fork it is more of a Muggle worry. |
![]() ![]() ![]() I'm uncertain if you still check in here, but felt I should leave a comment anyway just in case...I fell in love with your writing a long time ago. I believe I read this and its sequel on Granger Enchanted. Which led me to your website and all the other amazing works you shared there. I want to thank you for sharing your gifts with us and also the extra insights into the story's progression. I usually come back and read your works several times a year and just wanted to make certain you knew how much your writing means to me and others. Hope you are doing well and, as always, happy writing and blessings. |
![]() ![]() ![]() Definitely worth the time to read! Thank you for a great story. |
![]() ![]() This was an amazing read. Took me 3 days with little rest but I loved it. Start. Middle. Finish. You have true talent and I hope you know that. Harry Potter’s world is where we’ve all found joy in dark places. To paraphrase Dumbledore, thanks for turning on the light. Warmest regards and fair winds dearest author. |
![]() ![]() ![]() t's been years since I first read and re-read this story. But you know when you have a dream and you wake up and in that half awake state you think to yourself "god damn this should be a story" or "why does this seem so familiar" and you are immediately transported over 12 years into the past to an amazing story you read that has stayed with you all this time. Well this is that story and I'm so excited to experience it again. |
![]() ![]() ![]() I cannot believe the people just letting Umbitch get away with everything. No parent sticks up for their kids….even Cedric’s mom doesn’t do anything. |
![]() ![]() ![]() So glad I found this magnificent story! I am off to read the sequel! |
![]() ![]() I really love the way you’ve written this. If this was what I was into I’d binge. I hate that the topic just doesn’t interest me. |
![]() ![]() I found this pic because it was mentioned in another and I am SO glad I did! I already liked Cedric but your fit made me love him. I completely agree that Cedric and Hermoine would have made a possible pair if given the chance. I loved your portrayal of their relationship. The whole painting situation was definitely a bit on the creepy end lol but it was great. And Umbridge was just SICK. I would have committed murder. |
![]() ![]() ![]() I love the very real descriptions of their sex life. It is way more realistic than the magic of only hurting for a moment and then having this amazing orgasm (or multiple) and climaxing at the same time as their partner. The way it is described in this and previous chapters feels more real. She had little no experience prior to this relationship and the idea that they would get it perfect the first and every time after is a fantasy. It is refreshing to see the very real awkwardness (and funof trying to get it right. |
![]() ![]() ![]() Great story |
![]() ![]() This was really great. Thanks for finishing it. So many great stories seem to leave the readers hanging when the writers, for whatever reason, decide to stop. |