Date: 08/14/2007 01:31 AM Title: Chapter 11
Holy. Fucking. Shit. I nearly bit through my own lip reading this. My eyes dried out over and over again. I couldn't close my computer and I wanted very, very desperately to do so, only to keep this story from searing itself behind my eyes into my brain. I don't know what kind of life you've had, but being able to describe the aftermath of such horrific events so accurately can't be an accident. I can only hope you are just extraordinarily gifted at "show don't tell." This review is supposed to be a testament to the power of your writing, a good thing, and I hope it's coming across like that, but it's 1:30 in the morning and I can't get back to my own writing (for which I am a bit miffed) because I am being haunted by your words, in my head, in my gut. I won't sleep well tonight but believe me, just about every fucking thing in my life seems a little bit less important right now than it did before I read this. That, dear author, is high praise, indeed. Holy. Fucking. Shit.