the art of boxes (chapter 11)

[possibilist]

[so i've been traveling and everything, but i wrote this while we were driving from brown to yale to columbia today. and now i'm in nyc and it's so fun. so yay! you'll probably have to wait a little while for the next update too-because i'll be in the city for another five days and probably be very busy adventuring-but hopefully this will hold you

Comments

[mjacton]

You know, with a less-skilled writer, I think I'd be upset that Rachel was almost absent during Quinn's time in the hospital, but I'm really not upset because Quinn was happy.

The chapter was beautiful. My top 4 moments were:

1. Quinn kissing Rachel in front of and then shamelessly flirting with Hazel's brother

2. Rachel is brilliant, and it's a beginning, one that's been waiting patiently: a wick set in a candle, finally lit by a simple match.

Very few fic writers have paid tribute to Rachel's inevitable moment this beautifully.

3. The wordless moment between Rachel and Quinn after the show was perfect.

4. Hiram and Leroy telling Quinn she's part of the family.

Just wow. Amazing. I very much look forward to more, but I hope you have a good time.

[stacks_of_books]

I usually review a story at the end, but now and then there is a piece of writing that demands a review right away. This is one of those stories.

I wish I could capture words the way you have. I wish I could explain the way your prose makes my heart feel. It's like a tight fists wrapped around my lungs, pressing down and then the hands let go and my breath rushes in, making me feel light headed. Quinn's inner thoughts and dreams are so achingly described; there are no words to describe how they make me feel.

To say I liked this story is so underwhelming. I don't love it or like it. It's more like the idea of this story has sparked a seed of longing that is growing though my chest, causing my lungs to press painfully against my ribs until my heart finally has the room to expand. It's like the words have forced my heart to pump harder and grow larger, just to accommodate the new levels of emotion.

You are an amazing writer and I will continue to read anything you produce or suggest to read.