It forced me to fight for these characters, it inspired me, it dragged me all around my house as I tried to fit all these pieces together, and it made me feel a myriad of raw emotions.Made me laugh, made me cry.
I always enjoy something that gets me thinking, but this did more for me than just get me thinking. I can't articulate effectively just how much I feel about this, but I can say that I invested in it, and it also invested in me. They were both so well developed throughout the entirety of this, and I found myself so invested in this world, this posh world of absinthe and cocaine and whiskey. The plot was so rich, and the characters so complex.
At one point, I was so upset that I went for a run to cool off. It inspired me to write and it had me screaming and throwing tantrums because it made me feel. There's a kind of suspended reality, but there's also the sense that this could be happening right now. There's no way everyone could've loved this so much." But I was wrong, because this made me feel more than any other story has before. I had heard about this before and thought, "200k+ words? No way. Y&B was written despite busy schedules and featured a one of a kind plot and nearly 600 pages of pure gold. And that restores my love for stories and the written word because here is someone who is doing this with no obligation to finish and no tangible reward. To think that someone wrote this not for monetary gain, but to tell a story, is amazing to me. But this one? Perfection, save for the occasional grammatical error here and there. In all honesty, there are some terribly written fanfics out there. There's a huge stigma that fanfiction isn't literature, and I agree to some degree.
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