|Review:||dim at best says:|
How do I always end up feeling like some sort of emotional wreck after reading a chapter of this story?
I cannot imagine how tough this would've been to write. I keep marveling at your ability to capture characters and emotions, but I think it's because I personally find it so hard - especially to re-create sadness and grief for a reader.
I'm crying again, by the way, in case you haven't guessed. lol.
I'm trying to find a particular part of this chapter that rose above the rest, that made me really pause and go 'Geebus, this girl is brilliant', but I can't find one. I guess the whole chapter is, for me. From the imagery of James and his peg leg walking with Harry, to a thin lipped Petunia standing in the gloomy drizzle - all of it just touched me somehow. The picture of Lily and Harry crying for his Mum - oh dear, that one hit home. It was just so vivid in my mind, and the tears just started flowing at that point.
I'm so happy that James and Sirius' relationship managed to get a little normalcy, not once, but twice within this chapter. First in the car, and then when James finally broke down and cried. It gave us readers a little hope for their future.
Straying a bit off topic, was the greatest band ever that James and Lily stalked through Liverpool the Beatles? I feel a bit thick asking this, just in case it was blatently obvious, but I wanted to just get a confirmation. :)
Oh, and even more off topic - you used widower! I do believe that I was the one that pointed that out in a long ago review. Clearly, the best part of this chapter was that one word. And all the credit goes to me. lol. *note my sarcasm* :P
PS. I always read your author's responses, so when you said that my reviews are thought inducing stuff I laughed so hard my sides hurt. You must've been a little surprised by how fluffy and nonsensical my next review was. *grins*. I guess my reviews vary on the mood of the chapter, or my mood at the time. Still though... my reviews made you think! Crazy!
Author's Response: Um...is it weak to admit that I cried while writing it, not because I was touched by my own writing or anything, but I went to 'a place' (you know those places writers and actors always talk about and that they always seem to be very sad places) and pretty much wrote it through tears and let this all be a lesson you you all: don't cry after you've exfoliated. Ouch.
Yeah, I think there's nothing more tragic than watching a proud man with a limp. I've given one to Harry in another fic as well because I felt a need.
And I mentioned finding the emotion in the fic as soon as I got to Petunia, for some reason it was saying 'You shouldn't trsut doctors, you know," that got to me and I just felt bad for her and for James and then got to thinking about Petunia as a woman who lost her sister, the only living relative she had and even if she didn't like her, she still would have loved her.
James and Sirius will get better at dealing with each, I think now that James has had his emotional outbreak that this suit of armour he'd built up around himself will have a few chinks and he'll be easier to access. But, of course, because I like TEH ANGST there will be big scenes with them too, because I love them and want them to suffer.
LOL, yes, it was the Beatles. I was listening to the Rubber Soul sessions while I was writing this and falling love with the band and I know that none of them would have lived there in the 70s, but if I ever get to England, I'm going to track down all their old haunts and homes and annoy Pete Best.
I've been very concious of my use of widower, seriously: big help because now James isn't a woman grammatically.
Your reviews do make me think! And they give me a chance to narcisstic and prattle on about my work like it was some sort of literary masterpiece, so yes...thanks for that too, you are just awesome and stuff.