Hehe, I have a lucky white tank top I wear, like Logan's white one. It helps me get into his mind.
I still have to order my dogtags though.

Linda.

I liked the meeting, and I dislike the professor. but i like fics where he's not a paragon of goodness. I can't believe a man in his position would be so. *grin* Great job!

Author's Response: Yeah. I used to be a big Chuck fan, til one day I thought, *What if??* And I could never go back.

This seemed to me to be a wonderful transitional chapter, from slum to mansion, it didn't seem rushed or drawn out, just wonderful pacing.

Author's Response: There are quite a few transitional chapters in this story, aren't there? Lol. But I promise they're necessary, and Im glad you like it. Thanks.

Oh you sneaky bastard (I mean that in the best way possible). That last part came so far out of left field. You just got yourself a golf clap.

'She stared at the floor, unable to differentiate between an introduction and an auction." I don't know what to say to this, but this is how it made me feel :'(

"He was growling, then moaning, lips pinched in an agonized smile. At first, the girl thought--no. His body was wound with nothing but distress." I like how you subtly keep going back to what happened to her & the way she lived - in opposition to what she's experiencing now that she's away from the tenement. It really shows that she has no mental framework for what she's being exposed to, she's just responding based on her past. I shouldn't have read this in between school assignments because I almost threw out words like "schema" and "assimilation". Vomit.

Anyway.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Kid."
Awww. Since I can't use my words properly without getting lofty I'm just gonna say that sentence made me feel like this :D

I still can't believe I overlooked this update. I'm putting myself in the corner for a while.

Author's Response: This review made me feel like :~DDDD And no, I'm not saying it gave me a quadruple chin. (Btw-what's a golf clap?) Thank you uber katuble much. >hugs< Know what? When we get that cupcake--you can have the first bite. ;~)

Oh, Rose, where to start? The whole first section was an experience unto itself. By using her perceptions of her unfamiliar surroundings, you told us more about her past and her world than if you had let us read her diary for the past 14 years. I am in absolute awe...

But then you wrote more...

You turned toothpaste and whipped cream into erotic implements, but made those moments poignant instead of perverted because of his extraordinary (for him) restraint. I hope he revisits the toothpaste moment when the time is finally right. (hint, hint)

The arrival at the school is another triumph. By going into such painstaking detail about the garage, the garage for crissakes (I'll say it again, who thinks like that? I guess I should stop being amazed or surprised or whatever, since this is becoming a regular thing with you), you almost don't have to describe the mansion at all to know that it must seem like another planet to her.

And then, after setting me on pins and needles with her journey through the unknown, you zing me with one of the greatest lines ever written in the history of Logan, bar none --

...'Logan glowered until he heard the rustle of shriveling testicles.' And I laughed out loud, still managing to recognize the perfect placement of that little tension breaker -- the technique employed by all the best suspense and horror writers to deflate the pent up anxiety only so that it can be built up again.

And there was the line that had the blood freezing in my veins...

...he could see the hefty addition to his pay that this unexpected delivery had earned him.

Followed, blessedly, by the line that thawed me out...

He knew before the moment passed, that he would refuse.

...until I thought about it again and decided that only Logan was forgiven; the professor has a lot of explaining to do.

The final scene was worth every hair you lost, believe me. I, too, am intrigued, especially by Erik's presence and where that conversation was headed when Logan interrupted.

And within that section was the line that made my skin crawl and broke my heart all at once...

'She stared at the floor, unable to differentiate between an introduction and an auction. -- Oh, sweet mother of God...

If this is what late postings get us, then I say let them all be late. --Wendie






One typing oops: "due to fourteen of unceasing clamor" I'm thinking there's a 'years' missing here. Don't you hate when that happens...and then some reads-every-single-word-one-word-at-a-time bimbo comes along and points it out? Trust me, all your words are so expertly chosen that I try not to miss a single one!

Author's Response: Okay....So...you win a gold medal (engraved with Hugh Jackman's face) for Epic Reviewership. I think I mighta gained a new muscle in my arm just from fist pumping alone. Thank you for making my afternoon, and for alerting me to that typo. I would have been mortified if I found it later. Doesn't it drive you nuts when that happens?

Definitely no ramble today, gotta get to work!

‘She stared at the floor, unable to differentiate between an introduction and an auction.’ Deep and heartbreaking line. Powerful but true to how she would feel.

Have to say I was hit smack on from the left field with Eric, didn’t see that coming.....Interesting me thinks!

‘And intrigue, rather than pity, kept his eyes on her.’ Well fuck.....you really know how to end!

Bit quicker for the next instalment? impatience is a flaw but one i know we all have!

Author's Response: I'm truly sorry for the slowness. Life on the other side of this screen has been a bit crazy but I haven't forgotten my promise! Pinkie-Swear that I'm doing everything I can, and if I *don't* post, it's because I *can't*. Thanks for sticking with the chapter-reading; Im very proud/grateful. :~)