Ooof, so beautiful and so anxiety inducing. "They never gave her enough time. They never let her be. They always interrupted as if they knew. They didn’t understand she could see stars." I felt my heart break 💔
Wonderful! And I especially loved this passage: "Mothers all over West Sussex were making supper. There were glasses of wine being poured, there were pans on the boil and vegetables being chopped, there was last minute homework on kitchen tables and sports kit being hurriedly washed, there was the thought for mothers everywhere that they were sick of cooking. But in Tessa and Scott’s house, no one was cooking anything." Brilliant.
Dear Tessa. How nice that so many people cared to come. How nice to look forward to a nice quiet room for awhile. (I joke as only one who has pulled an Ophelia can.) I love this, Eleanor.
Awwwwwww, oh boy am I glad I almost retracted that last comment, cuz that was brilliant, I swear, I stopped at the exact wrong time in the story, so much for the stamina of faculties like platitudes ring hollowly never quite real to me
I'm enjoying my crow sans gravy and show my belly you know what that means so I'm back on schedule I guess, I'd fly through them all but reconsidering
A second read to let it sink deeper to steep and remember revisit the bargain, betrayal of self in confusion, mind reeling, cacophony needing audience numb to the world
I got halfway through 1. Committed and I'm exhausted.
I love your writing, and I will love your writing so much more, were there slower moments interspersed to balance the frenetic pace.
The way you delve into detail, nomenclature of brands and fashion, flavors, colors, impeccably painted for my mind, that space where you let me catch up, to live the story.
Honestly, I can get lost in a phone booth but you have grip. I hear everything she's doing, less of what she's thinking and she can be implied from time to time.
My writing is horrible and maybe someday I can structure a sentence properly or learn about punctuation, but I can spell, chickie.
Please forgive my criticism, I'm prolly way off base and wrong anyway.
But it's cuz I love everyone and that includes you, and I love your style, and your stories.
Forget I said anything... and ya I know I should have just edited or deleted or kept quiet but I throw that spaghetti against 🎭 the.. blah... ellipsis ... redundant...
Crap
So anyways, I'm going back to finish reading 1 and I'll shut up shutting up til that rabbit gets in the oven
Then read 2 and torture you with harsh criticism
One Love
One Heart
One World
Let's share
Stories, good food and dance, sweet music, gentle romance, smiles for miles and one more chance
Ooof, so beautiful and so anxiety inducing. "They never gave her enough time. They never let her be. They always interrupted as if they knew. They didn’t understand she could see stars." I felt my heart break 💔
My favourite line too. You can just picture her face as she thinks this. The abject confusion of "don't they see..."
I know, I really felt it...
This was even more intense the second read. The minute we saw Dr Stemping, I cringed and was physically shaken. What a gift you have.
❤️
Hooked. ❤️👏
Whata beutie maite
A very real interpretation of the process of psychosis. Xx
Wonderful! And I especially loved this passage: "Mothers all over West Sussex were making supper. There were glasses of wine being poured, there were pans on the boil and vegetables being chopped, there was last minute homework on kitchen tables and sports kit being hurriedly washed, there was the thought for mothers everywhere that they were sick of cooking. But in Tessa and Scott’s house, no one was cooking anything." Brilliant.
Dear Tessa. How nice that so many people cared to come. How nice to look forward to a nice quiet room for awhile. (I joke as only one who has pulled an Ophelia can.) I love this, Eleanor.
What an opening! I’m dizzy!
This was originally the 3rd chapter, but I bumped it up front, and suddenly the whole book worked better.
That’s fantastic. I’m not surprised. It’s hooky.
Intense opening, a disjointed journey, captivating, dramatic. Great start!
Finally got down to this narrative and it goes into a wild run, starting with an explosive section.
Very good start.
Oh... I'm so glad I've started this journey. What a beginning. What a character.
Welcome aboard ! So glad to have you here
Simply fab!
Great piece! I loved the pacing and the confusion that was conveyed.
Wow ! Beautifully etched, real and absorbing.
Awwwwwww, oh boy am I glad I almost retracted that last comment, cuz that was brilliant, I swear, I stopped at the exact wrong time in the story, so much for the stamina of faculties like platitudes ring hollowly never quite real to me
I'm enjoying my crow sans gravy and show my belly you know what that means so I'm back on schedule I guess, I'd fly through them all but reconsidering
A second read to let it sink deeper to steep and remember revisit the bargain, betrayal of self in confusion, mind reeling, cacophony needing audience numb to the world
Tug of war
You are an amazing writer and I'm sorry.
Thanks 😉
I got halfway through 1. Committed and I'm exhausted.
I love your writing, and I will love your writing so much more, were there slower moments interspersed to balance the frenetic pace.
The way you delve into detail, nomenclature of brands and fashion, flavors, colors, impeccably painted for my mind, that space where you let me catch up, to live the story.
Honestly, I can get lost in a phone booth but you have grip. I hear everything she's doing, less of what she's thinking and she can be implied from time to time.
My writing is horrible and maybe someday I can structure a sentence properly or learn about punctuation, but I can spell, chickie.
Please forgive my criticism, I'm prolly way off base and wrong anyway.
But it's cuz I love everyone and that includes you, and I love your style, and your stories.
Forget I said anything... and ya I know I should have just edited or deleted or kept quiet but I throw that spaghetti against 🎭 the.. blah... ellipsis ... redundant...
Crap
So anyways, I'm going back to finish reading 1 and I'll shut up shutting up til that rabbit gets in the oven
Then read 2 and torture you with harsh criticism
One Love
One Heart
One World
Let's share
Stories, good food and dance, sweet music, gentle romance, smiles for miles and one more chance
LIFE