|Reviews for The Long Way Home|
| lola-pops chapter 7 . 7/15/2011
You make me so happy. You also make my heart hurt, but it hurts so good I ain't even mad atcha.
| lola-pops chapter 3 . 7/15/2011
I love you for this. For your heartbroken Rose and your beautiful words. I'm right there with her, feeling the blood drain from my face and my stomach twist. And you know that's how I roll. :)
| jmrbear chapter 1 . 6/10/2011
I love your beginning. You have delivered classic early childhood interaction and infused it with warmth.
| fngrdust chapter 24 . 6/4/2011
You're MY ass.
"I remembered the brief conversation I'd overheard between Emmett and Bella on the back porch afterward, when she'd asked him if he wanted to say something to him. I hadn't known who she was talking about at the time, but now it was another piece falling into place, the realization that Bella had been talking about Edward, that she'd probably known about Emmett's feelings for me before they'd been confirmed to anyone else. There was a small part of me, instinctive and still deeply ingrained after years of resentment toward her, that felt a twinge in my chest, but it was fleeting. God knew he'd probably needed someone to confide in."
I miss these kids. I really do. You did so well with them and you made this crazypants wife crazyproud.
| fngrdust chapter 23 . 6/4/2011
So cute. So much love.
(Would write more but G is here and trying to stop me.)
| fngrdust chapter 22 . 6/4/2011
I love her parents.
And Em. Of course. Actually, I just love all of your characters and I need to just... wrap it up here.
| fngrdust chapter 21 . 6/4/2011
'"I went into your tent the next morning and thought you were dead." I could picture him, arms and legs spread out in starfish formation, his sleeping bag unzipped and thrown haphazardly over his prone body, and my increasingly frantic attempts to wake him up.'
'The grin morphed into a smirk. "You in my letterman jacket."
"Am I naked?"
I know we're going backwards here but I think it says something that your Em here was about his letterman jacket and our Em in RPT is about the hoodie. Like, it shows the differences (yet similarities). You get what I'm saying, I hope.
| fngrdust chapter 20 . 6/4/2011
"They both stood up, Garrett dropping a quick kiss on Kate's mouth. I felt the gentle pressure of Emmett's lips against my temple and I started a little, surprised by the contact. When I looked up at him, he seemed a little surprised, too, like it had been unconscious, an instinctive thing. He smiled, a little sheepish, and I reached out to brush my fingers against his, silently reassuring."
SO CUTE. So wait, it Kate like Jo? Because that works for me.
"There was a brief silence while I tried to figure out what to say, what to do. I was more than a little distracted being so close to him, too; his solidness and warmth, his touch, made it hard to think. "So, where are you staying?" I asked finally, pulling away and turning so that we were facing one another. The wind whipped my hair up and out in the wind and he wrangled it, wound his fingers around the wayward strands, and tucked it into the upturned collar of my coat. His knuckles brushed against my throat, right where my pulse pounded."
The correct answer is MY PLACE. Come on now.
I love you. BE BACK LATER!
| Here's Where the Story Ends chapter 24 . 6/3/2011
Westie. I don't even know what to say. There are a million and one little details I want to point out to you that just touched me right in the that spot. You made me laugh, a lot. You made me cry even more. You gave me shivers and goosebumps and made me want to call my best friends from childhood. There was so much care put into it, so many seemingly tiny parts that you pieced together into something massive and resonant and powerful and real. You wrote them a love story I could believe in, but even more, you wrote them a life story.
You are amazing. Someday, we'll sit on a couch and I'll tell you every little part that spoke to me. ILY.
| fngrdust chapter 19 . 6/3/2011
I want pie. I'm hungry, dude.
| fngrdust chapter 18 . 6/3/2011
'"Twelve. Her name was Victoria. She hit me afterward, then kissed me again." His laugh reverberated in the air, against my skin, and it was stupid, but I was jealous of this little twelve-year-old girl, that she knew him then and got to be such a permanent memory to him.
His arm lowered to the door handle and I was pinned against him, though he wasn't holding me down. He had to know what he did to me, had to understand that his closeness affected me in a way that wasn't normal. My hands went to my lap and I intertwined my fingers so I wouldn't touch him like I wanted to.
"Well, I hope it was worth the pain," I said, swallowing down the nerves that kept creeping up my throat.
"It usually is."'
I have butterflies in my stomach.
| fngrdust chapter 17 . 6/3/2011
"Emmett was also donning a backwards baseball hat, the same one he was wearing Tuesday night when I stepped onto that back patio. I couldn't believe it was only five days ago; it felt like a lifetime, like I was wearing different skin, had a different heart. I knew I was essentially the same person now that I was then, but it was amazing how much my perspective had shifted, how in letting Edward go, I was able to let old parts of myself go, too. The armor I'd come up here wearing – the anger, the resentment – had been shed, and I felt like I was finally seeing everything underneath, like I was opening myself up in ways that I hadn't been able to before."
"Jasper sidled up to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, whispering in my ear. "Remember what I said, Rose."
I squeezed him tightly, then pulled away, giving him a stern look. "You, too."
He held out his pinky to me and I grasped it with my own, laughing thickly."
Oh hi. SIGH.
On the road again. SIGH. AND NOW it's like... THE NEXT CHAPTER OF ROSALIE'S LIFE.
Have I mentioned in the last few minutes that I love you?
| fngrdust chapter 16 . 6/3/2011
"I wanted to tell him that handsome was a major understatement, like saying the Pope was kind of religious or that Lady Gaga didn't care much for pants."
I love you.
"I'd been a precocious thing on the dance floor when I was little, a tiny dictator, and Carlisle had always played along gamely, twirling and dipping me when I'd demanded it, which had been every ten seconds."
I love her.
BTW, Carlisle is still SO FUCKING HOT.
| fngrdust chapter 15 . 6/3/2011
I love Rosalie and Edward having their moment together. Closure is so rad.
'"Yeah." I finished straightening his tie and then smoothed out the lapels on his suit, my eyes focused on my fingers. I took a deep breath, mentally gathering the words I wanted to say before releasing them. "I want everything for you, too, Edward, and I know you have that with Bella."
I didn't want to launch into some drawn-out soliloquy. I'd said what I'd needed to yesterday morning, or at least most of it, and he had more important things to concentrate on. But I wanted him to know that. I needed him to know it. I'd never said it out loud and it seemed important to get it out now, to let him know that I really did accept this.'
Thank god, right? Otherwise you would have had to WRITE it too and that's like... rehashing what's already been hashed.
"My gaze lingered on him and when he looked at me, it felt like I could breathe easier and also like I couldn't catch it at all."
"A tear escaped down my cheek and hers and I was starting to understand the difference between remembering and holding on, between appreciating what I had in the past and honoring that while giving myself permission to move forward. I'd been frozen for so long, looking over my shoulder and so focused on the things that were behind me that I hadn't been able to fully appreciate my present, the possibility of my future."
Crazy for the wording here, snood.
| fngrdust chapter 14 . 6/3/2011
"It was breathtaking. If I thought I had seen a Cullen party before this, I was sadly mistaken. Everything else had been just a dress rehearsal, which was funny considering that tonight was its own rehearsal of sorts."
I love that.
"It was one thing to understand the concept of something. It was another to see it playing out right in front of you. Suddenly it was tangible and real. It was impossible to steel yourself for the immensity of it."
"I knew I was beautiful. Even if I'd never looked in a mirror, there were all the years of my parents stating it, of men openly staring and flirting, of things often coming easily to me because of how I looked.
But when Emmett looked at me, I felt like he was seeing what lay underneath my outer shell, past the curves of my body and the skin and the clothing. Sometimes it felt like he was seeing everything. Like now, as his eyes swept from my feet upward. I could almost feel the weight of his gaze along the curve of my legs, over my hips and waist and up my throat. He took his time and it wasn't lascivious, but rather like he was mentally taking stock of me."
KILLED ME DEAD.
"We were both used to lightness and banter when it came to one another; this conversation had steered us into deeper waters. While I didn't regret the course it had taken us on, I was glad the furrow in his brow was gone, that the tension buzzing between us had lessened, or at least shifted back to the kind that I was better acquainted with."
I love this about them and I think that it's such a... real thing to do. To jump back to what is light and not too serious when things get too... deep.