|Review:||Rose Wilts says:|
I could have sworn that all those years ago, when I first read this story, I left a terrible ranting review ("omg crying xoxo gr8 writing") but apparently I did not.
I just wanted to say that it's 12:55am in Australia and I am lying in bed with a lump in my throat, loving this story and wanting very much to thank you for all the wonderful things you probably have no idea you've done. I came back to hpff tonight with one soul purpose, and that was to read They Did it Better.
Honestly, this fic is just such a pleasure to read. It's so incredibly beautiful and lyrical and has a really special raw, filmic quality to it. I remember stumbling upon this story, out of all the millions on here and thinking "wow". I'm not sure I'd ever read such an honest portrayal of love and life, much less one in fan fiction. I loved your style and the beautiful, shady, cloudy imagery you evoked. I always loved writing, but honestly, this fic made me want to push myself, to write gritty, fragmented pieces like you had done.
Well, I was seventeen then. Now I'm almost twenty, about to finish my second year of a creative writing degree. I don't know, maybe this review is just as ranting as my original (imagined?) review was, but I think when you love something you should just shout it from the rooftops. This story is so touching and you really ought to be proud.
Thank you so much,
Author's Response: Hi Laura. Sometimes things happen and they're just so amazing you almost can't believe it. This... this review means so much to me, you have no idea. I was 16 when I wrote They Did It Better - I'm 21 now, and it still affects me. I'm studying Political Science right now, which is about as far removed from writing as it can get. All because it's a "secure" choice - a job where you'll change the world and get a great income. And sometimes. Sometimes, in weak moments like these, I wish I'd had enough courage to pursue this, to take the leap like you have. Thank you so much for your words - I think all these comments and praises leave something here with me. I'll store them in my heart forever, because, dear, we might be divided by an ocean, but somehow this connects us. Do you get it? I think it's beautiful and touching that people across borders can read each other's stories and be moved by it. And it... it baffles me that I could have an effect on other people - that something out of MY imagination can touch you like it has.
So, thank you for writing this. Thank you for returning. The story will always be here for you. And be certain that I will re-read this comment, again and again, reflecting on paths not chosen. Good luck with your course, I am jealous beyond words.