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First time you met Kalan, in a non-surrounded-by-family-eating-sugary-food, you made him blush.
Oh, man. I cannot believe the author made this work. When people write Jason, they tend to make him a caricature of himself, to poke fun at him (because, really, it's easy). But, oh man, this is Kalan through Jason Greeley's eyes and it's simple and plain and sweet and so, so, so good. Because Jason is just Jason and when it comes down to it, Kalan is just Kalan and ... oh.
As a child, Theresa had never been one of those little girls to rummage through her mother’s makeup to play tea party, or house. And she certainly never played dress-up.
Not only does she write an incredible Theresa-voice, but who would have thought this threesome? Nadia Turner, the gorgeous lady from season...four of American Idol meets two fairly plain and average girls from the Canadian version of the show. The get pretty and dolled up and go out for a night on the town, together. And it's totally awesome and I love it - the fact that she would even dream up something this awesome - I totally love that, too.
Together, Adam decided, they’d be all right.
Oh, jesus. These two boys really were lovely and sweet together, and this story really is everything that they were, and written down. I love that it's wonderfully sweet without ever being saccharine, and from how I see them (read: remember them), their characterizations are bang-on. It's just quiet and simple and sweet, and very, very lovely.
"Yeah, but contrary to what I once believed, you and Vinny aren't a fairy tale. Fairy tales are princes and white knights and love at first sight. Best friends falling in love are more of a Movie of the Week sort of deal."
Just...adorable. I love her Nik. Even more than that, I love the way she writes the Vinny-Brad dynamic. But most of all, the climax of "summer stars" just made my jaw drop and go "...ohhh." Maybe it was obvious, but I didn't see it coming - and it hit me, and I was just ... yeah. It's probably one of the best "epiphany moments" I have read in a really long time. So simple, so logical; and the build-up is really fucking adorable.
Well that was easy. Almost too easy. Jason and Antoine high five each other, leaving me and Patty shaking our heads again when they start to kiss.
How the fuck do you make a list-of-things-to-read, and not recommend the first story you've ever read in a fandom? And what an introduction that was. Frala writes dirty and it is fucking awesome. And um. I am never going to forget this; the very first story I ever read in the hockey fandom. Uh. Wow.
“Only there weren’t any big fans or propellers or anything making the wind. It was…” Adam gave a raspy little laugh. “It was butterflies. Hundreds of ‘em. They were making all the wind just by flapping their wings.
So, I'm not going to lie, the first time I ever read this, there was a lump in my throat and an urge to basically shout about how UNFAIR this is. It's beautiful and it aches. Oh god, it's angsty and grogeous and it hurts so much. But the writing is great. The story? Fantastic.
Sometimes Patrick thinks the reason he’s stayed here in this groundhog apocalypse is that Craig still smiles.
Number 1: if you haven't seen this movie yet, why the fuck not? Number 2: read this story, even if you haven't. All you need to know is that, in the movie, the world is going to end, and Craig is trying to have as much sex as possible, before that happens. The universe of this story? The world keeps ending, like something out of Groundhog Day. And it's almost painful - eerie and whisper-y and just altogether fuckin' wonderful. For real: go read it.
He watches Murphy constantly, but from time to time he wonders what he’ll do when that isn’t enough anymore.
It's sort of the perfect articulation of the characters, as portrayed and presented in the film - it's about two people who mean everything to each other, as terrifying as that is. The story reads like canon, actually, and I really appreciate that.
Duck rolled over to look at him, and despite the growing darkness Joe could see the movement of his lips, his quick smile. "Maybe. Maybe Vancouver," he said, and Joe grinned back.
It's practically flawless; the collision of two worlds in the most wonderful kind of way - the language, the characters, the dynamic between these two incredibly different, but ultimately maybe not so different, characters, travelling together and road-tripping western Canada; it's good.
"Oh. Oh! Yeah, come inside. You're wet." Kaleb came inside. "I didn't think you'd -- I mean you're never around when everybody gets together," Kalan said, mostly to the coat rack.
She's a fucking genius with words. In my opinion, K-Code is, bar none, the most difficult pairing to write in the entire fandom (counting crack pairings). Her characterization of Kaleb is outstanding. She makes it simple, so simple, and still, it is beautiful writing. Fucking awesome, dude.
They curl up with beer that is slowly getting warmer from out of the fridge and potato chips. Billy mumbling about how he'll never get used to the brands they have out in the east. Ryan smiling. Leaning against his shoulder. Everything feeling so... normal. Like it isn't the middle of the night.
I can't rec for the CI fandom without pointing out the first CI fic that I ever truly fell in love with, and my first OTP in the fandom. It's an "end of the world" type story, and it's quiet and so matter-of-fact, so accepting; she writes in a way that presents a scenarios where it's almost like nothing's wrong, even though there is, and it's always lurking in the background. To this day, I stlil really like this story, how time doesn't stop no matter how badly you want it to.
Jacob's words are faltering, and he can't quite decide how to order them, so he tries to say them all at once. And to his own surprise, Kalan laughs. He laughs quietly and when Jacob tries gamely once more, he nods briefly. And as they walk, he is gratified to see that there is something in his eyes after all.
She doesn't write nearly enough and that's really too bad, because she's got a beautiful, lyrical - almost poetic - style. The story contains no contractions and no dialogue, and yet it never seems long or tedious. Jesus, she writes well. The manipulation and presentation of prose here is almost astounding - it's that fucking good. Wonderful, wonderful stuff.
"Seems like somebody's feeling a little sick today," Boyd sings softly and barely on-key. This time, Mathieu manages to find the shampoo bottle- it hits the door with a satisfying thud that makes Mathieu's head protest.
I have such an epic crush on this story, that it's almost embarrassing. Said crush has lasted for years - I sort of wish I were kidding. I love every word of this, of the whole "morning after" business, and the almost-stilted hangover talk of trying to piece together the night before, and the awkwardness that ensues as memory filters back. It's all here in the story in the greatest fucking way. Did I mention that I fucking love this? Because I do. So hard.
Brian took him up on his offer. And proceeded to choke Jason on the couch, sitting on his chest and leaning his arm onto Jason's neck as Ray and Antoine drank all the good beer and took bets about what colour Jason’s face would go next.
I love this story because it is a love story - not a romance story, not a friendship story, a love story. I can't think of a way to describe why I am so fucking in love with this story, without quoting myself (because I'm a narcissistic loser like that?), so I'm going to: "this is love: not even in the romantic sense, but in the sense that there is sacrifice...of things that might seem trivial and stupid, but nevertheless important and that is LOVE." In case you didn't know, that is one of my favourite themes EVER - that and, you know, the characters and writing are so fucking good - so obviously this story makes me so very happy, it's almost ridiculous.
Michael cannot bring his mind around to Chris' kind of thinking. No matter how many times, and in how many ways in which Chris tries to explain it.
This is an interesting one. The writer's incredibly talented, yet had a difficult time reading this (at no fault of the author - it's a great character sketech/study). I am led to think that it's in the style - it's almost cyclical: the two characters in question almost seem to circle each other wearily, trying to read a compromise halfway. It took me a couple of tries to get it, but I really like this unique sketch of their relationship - pretty fucking cool stuff.
Ray loves Stella like he loves breathing, loves Fraser like he loves his tattoo, loves Chicago like he loves everything permanent in his life.
This is sort-of a character sketch of RayK, but even more than that, it's a love letter to the city of Chicago. I cannot express how much I fucking love it when the city becomes a character. In the story, Chicago comes alive (everything I've ever learned about Chicago, I've learned from this story). Awesome, awesome stuff.
When they finally called Newbie, he didn't hear at first. He was too busy concentrating on the tiny curl of hair just behind Nathan's left ear. But then his mom elbowed him and he stumbled to his feet.
There is no way in hell I could have possibly imagined that this could work, and yet here it is. The thing is, the Newbie voice is right on, and my goodness, does that impress me. It's quick and funny and clever and ... oh, this is a very, very good story. The dialogue is fun without being over-the-top and Newbie's thoughts? A really great, hysterical place to be.
Jonesy glides his hands over the lid and tugs gently at the dry cardboard. His fingers tremble at first but not out of nervousness. In anticipation almost, but layered with something like ritual. It feels familiar, like his throat has been this dry before, like his hands have hesitated at a sight too beautiful for words.
It's surprisingly difficult to articulate just how ridiculous/bad this movie was, which is strange because the first 30 minutes or so really weren't that bad. But I digress: from the ashes of the terrible movie comes this gorgeous little ficlet that explores the past and future of a few of the characters in the film - in fact, this ficlet almost makes up for the fact that movie was total shit. Except for Beav, of course - Beav (one of the characters in the movie) equals awesome.
"Holding your hand, I held it all. Your hands are soft, softer than most guys, did you know? Your fingers are long and graceful and you can almost see the melodies and harmonies.
It surprised me; I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. It's pretty different from most of the stuff I've read in the fandom. The characters are fantastic; I dig it quite a bit.
For the first time in their relatively new relationship did he wish that he had hit Ryan just a little bit harder with the big, wet purple water weenie, "Ryan, I love you to death, but what did you do to my cigarettes?"
Hilarious and very sweet. She fleshes out wonderful characters and great dialogue. It's funny without ever going overboard - just a lovely, lovely little story about quitting smoking.
And it wouldn’t be their usual jumping to conclusions, he thinks when he spies one in a dress and full makeup, his feather boa leaving brilliant little wisps of colour on the dull grey sidewalk. Like a tropical bird, raining beauty.
Holy fuck - if you read in this fandom, I don't understand how you haven't read this fic yet. Yes, it's AU (dragqueen!AU. Seriously), but the characters are spot-on. It's so well written - perfect descriptions - and a wonderful, hopeful and sweet story; it's seriously gorgeous writing.
Diego shrugs. "I've been lucky enough." And this time his smile is steady, and Rex doesn't find it hard to smile back. "Do you want your hat back?"
The fact that I don't think these two are written about nearly enough aside, the story chronicles their meeting and the brief time they spent together. I think that their dynamic must be rather difficult to capture, since it's so in-your-face, so unapologetic, but she handles it well and fleshes out an enjoyable story.
Konrad crawls out of his bed and settles down next to Halak. He won’t sleep there, he tells himself, he’ll just lie there for a little while and see if they both feel better.
The quintessential Slovak hockey fic - anyone who is anyone in current Slovak hockey (except for Palffy, Stumpel and Sekera, really) makes a cameo appearance. Oh, this story is good - it's EPIC and it never loses steam. The dialogue, mostly between two of the younger boys in this world, is quick, snarky and hilarious. The story, which was originally about two baby goalies expanded into something huge - it's not just about them, it's about all of them, and I really, really like that.
"Marty, are you doing anything? Do you mind if I come over?"
Jesus, this is good writing. The Marty voice is so fucking good. It's just so unbelievably quiet and it just ends up breaking your heart.
AGENT: Band? Why are you talking about a band? *shakes head* This is going to be the worst arbitration hearing ever.
HOSSA: Arbitration? I thought you said audition!
A long time ago, before they started drafting really unfortunate looking people, there was this theory going around that the Ottawa Senators looked/acted like a boyband. Holy fucking shit, I dare you to read this and not laugh. I DARE you. It's probably, in my opinion, the most quotable hockey fic in the entire fandom - I'm not going to lie, I go around quoting this all the time and I don't even feel like a loser - it's that good.
They eat at truck stops, grinning at each other like children on a field trip and Ty kicks him until new bruises blossom on his shins, steals ketchup from his plate and pours him a new helping without being asked.
It a way it's so fucking sad, but in another way it's not, it's hopeful. I love that I get a different interpretation of it depending on my mood when I read it. Either way, it's so fucking good and it's lovely and ... oh jesus, I love dejected goalies.
With Olive so close, he swallows enough of his bitterness so that he thinks he might be able to find the strength to stand.
The story's synopsis is "Regardless of the amount of blood they share, Olive is still Dwayne's sister."; that pretty much says it all. A very nice character study, and an examination of the dynamic of Dwayne and Olive, which you don't see too much of in the movie.
They were inseparable, and together, they were perfect, in a jagged-edged sort of way. Back then, they were still living in an adolescent world of absolutes, us against them, you and me and no-one else.
I can't say I've liked everything I've read on this webpage, but holy fuck this fic is fucked and it is so fucking good. It's completely messed up and brilliant. Read it, seriously - it's as screwed up and messy as the movie, but taken one step further - love it.
There's no one else around as far as you can see; the sound of cars on the highway is soft, distant. Alone in the world, just the way you like it.
This was actually my favourite slash pairing in the show, and really: they were given so little to do in the show. This fic is wonderful - they're sort of the two who get left behind and in the story, they're not so alone anymore and I love that. Despite the numerous grammar mistakes in the story, it's such a good read. The writer's Kyle voice is so wonderful - he just wants to make everything right and be happy and, god you just want so bad for him to be happy and in the briefest of moments in the story, he is and ohhh, it works so good.
Hugh and Molly just burst out laughing again, and Callum shakes his head slowly. "I'm in trouble here. I should never have let you two meet." He slides into the booth, sitting down next to Hugh this time and pressing their shoulders together.
HUGH DILLON AND MOLLY PARKER AND CALLUM KEITH RENNIE HAVE SEX. HUGH DILLON AND MOLLY PARKER AND CALLUM KEITH RENNIE HAVE SEX AND IT IS REALLY FUCKING HOT, THE END.
Steffi talks too loud, tilts her head and giggles like it’s cute or something, paints her nails hot pink and goes around trying to force the garish display of homosexuality down the guys’ throats. Nails. Whatever.
It's cute, bitchy, snarky and hilarious. I love the dialogue; I love the idea of the prickly bitchy girl who's really just a mushy ball of sweetness. God, I cannot say enough how hysterically funny this story is, how perfect her characters are. Jesus, it's good.
you’re Jason fucking Arnott and this has been the longest week of your life.
It's fairly clear that trades are a part of hockey, sort of like losing teeth or pulling one's groin; doesn't mean you have to like it. Jason Arnott gets traded to the Stars and the story chronicles that week in a series of drabbles: beginning, middle and end. Wonderful writing.
Dan doesn't say anything when he decides how this has to go. He just wakes up one morning, finds Duck's side of the bed vacant and cold, and decides that this is as good a time to do it as any.
60% of the reason why I love this movie so much (and watch it whenever I'm in a bad mood to cheer myself up) is because of Duck's unconditional love. It's clear that Duck is completely devoted to Dan - that's canon. This ficlet explores what happens if Dan were to wake up in the morning and realize that maybe that's not enough. It's short and concise and sweet, and it breaks my heart every time.
He can think of six reasons off the top of his head why this is a terrible idea (no, make it seven)
There are probably much better excerpts that I could have used to sell the story to you, but that little snippit pretty much sums up the entire thing right there. This is a labour of love, and holy crap, is it handled with care. She makes it work, and her boys aren't perfect but oh how it works, and the dialogue. Oh wow, it is so long but there is next to NO FILLER, and I often go back to re-read this, just for the dialogue.
For the first Saturday in nineteen months, he has nowhere to go. No one to see. Nothing to lose.
Because it fucking kills me. Because it's gorgeous and sad and wonderful and someone once said that the details read like memories and that almost breaks your heart even more. It starts at the end and ends at the beginning, and you want to hold your breath and make everything turn out differently, but it never does, and that's why makes the very end of this story makes you go ow. And it's good.
“I miss you, more than I should,” Don says, in a small voice. “Maybe I miss you most. More than the game.”
I don't like/watch football, like at all. I've never read friday night lights the book, and I've never watched the television show. And yet I've watched and re-watched the movie over and over and every time it makes me so sad, even though I don't think it's supposed to. This story is basically where my mind wanders, every time I watch it. Even before reading this, these two characters? They need each other. And this is a very good glimpse at why that might be and what happens afterwards.
Their lives still loop together, twirling and practicing nearly perfect figure eights around one another, but they no longer intersect.
Beginnings, middles, ends: this is a brilliantly written story of transformation, told between three shifting perspectives, and somehow, it works. There's a certain sadness about this, but also there is hope because everything's woven so carefully together and it just reads so fluidly.
A high school AU, built on the foundations of the Matthew Good Band's "beautiful midnight" album. This is the first thing I've ever read by her and since then, I've been a big fan and I've never looked back. She captures the awkwardness, the high-points and the low-points of those high school years. And she has a very good eye for detail - she always picks the right ones - and her writing style is fantastic.
You know those fics that just work? Well, this one is a good example of that. Everything comes together: the characters, the dialogue, the circumstance, and the result is cute and funny and sweet and very lovely.
This piece is fucking GORGEOUS. I wish I had a better description, but I love it because I love road trip fics, and because it's fucking beautiful. It's all lush details, beautiful writing and a glimpse into a life. Run, don't walk, to go read it. And then read it again. And again. And again.
She calls it the theater-of-the-absurb, but this is one of my absolute favourite h!slash stories ever. It may be mpreg, but it's beautiful and happy and sad and funny and emotional and reading it is really such an incredible experience. The writing, the...everything, really. Just read it, okay? SO GOOD.
You know those stories that are just OW? Yeah. I have a hard time reading post-incident (you know which one)!Dany stories but this one is. Well. It's sensitive and it's raw and it aches and it's...wonderful. Oh, and the cat? Just...guh. It's almost like a devesting story about redemption. It's gorgeous without meaning to be, I don't think. I could be wrong about a lot of things when it comes to this story, but I know that I really love it.
I didn't cry, but I know a lot of people who did. It's vaguely AU I guess; what happens if the angel becomes mortal and loses his wings. And it's sweet and tender and heart-breaking and the thing is, you know what the inevitable end is but you keep holding your breath and hoping things turn out different. And the end? Is very, very good.
The story introduced me to the song and I fell in love with both. It's a little bit of a college!AU; it's sweet and wistful and quiet and takes a single moment and makes it big and elaborate and pretty.
First it's good clean fun, then it's good dirty fun. It's an AU: N'SYNC are computer hackers. Nick Carter is a computer hacker. Their worlds collide in a most awesome way. This series? SO much fun.
It's just this tiny, wonderful snippit about the blurring of fiction and reality, and if you've seen boondock saints, you'll understand how truly wonderful this is - it's Sean and he's sort of stuck in his character's head and, oh yeah basically it's pretty lovely.
He sits next to Hugh and lets the world spin past, and doesn’t worry about anything.
God, this fic makes me happy. This pairing absolutely fasincates me; there's something so brilliant in their dynamic. I'd wager that they're both incredibly difficult voices to nail, but the writer, she makes it flow so easy and the situation is so simple, and yet always it's what's left unsaid that's the most gorgeous part of all.
Because they're BFF (even though it's usually overshadowed by the BFF of Ben Affleck and Matt Damon) and it's cute and squishy and sweet, almost sugary. They're like a pair of really sweet puppies. Love.
Don't know if the title fits, but the characters voices are RIGHT ON. And it reads like an episode and her Curtis is so good and god, Hope - just like in the show - breaks my heart. And there's an excellent little bit with Newbie (and an accurate Newbie voice never fails to impress me) and the ending's hopeful and kind of sweet - it really is just like an episode; absolutely fascinating.
This is a story about 9/11. And yes, I guess that sounds kind of tacky, but this story isn't. See, the thing is, it's twitch city; it's a bunch of disillusioned people watching TV all day, and it's their reactions of the events that unfold, and there were points in this when I kind of find that I could sort of relate. And it's good; a little hard to read because of the subject, but it's really good.
This is an absolutely BRILLIANT script of rosencrantz & guildenstern are dead, re-cast with muppets. And it's HILARIOUS and GENIUS. No lie.
If you've read the book or saw the show, you'd understand why this works. I mean they weren't, really, but it was just far, far too easy. And the re-working of good omens with Jacob as Crawley and Kalan as Aziraphale? Pretty brilliant stuff.
The hall door creaked as it was unlocked. "Hello, everybody!" Grover called from the stairs. "It is I, your fuzzy blue and strikingly helpful roommate, Grover, back from the store with the snacks and the foodstuffs and some treats for Lucky the cat! Cat in Spanish is 'el gato'. Can you say that with me?"
Grover, from Sesame Street? Moves in with Curtis and Hope. Hilarity, insanity and awesomeness ensues.
I haven't watched very much of either show, but I know that both of these characters are hockey players. So this is an AU that they're on the same team in their earlier days. And after-hours at the swimming pool. And they're just such guys about it; not only does the story have great characterizations, it's hot and fun. And for what it's worth, Danny's pretty hot and Johnny's all kinds of adorable.
As much as I love this story, and I love it a lot - the writing is concise and logical and the relationship between the boys is cleverly crafted and really does read like a natural progression - I love the story notes at the very end best of all.
I had to read this a few times to wrap my brain around it, but I quite like the experimental form and the exploitation of analogies and cliches. It's a big, clever explosion of WTF, clever and funny and original. I'm a big fan.
In different hands, this story could have come out one-dimensional and wooden. In her hands, the characters are sweet and funny and comfortable with each other. It has nice, fun dialogue, sort of like a sweet and cozy slice of life. Mmm.
Exactly as the title says.
“Hello, Ray.” Fraser’s face floats in the thick darkness, lit by a small candle. His eyes are red-rimmed, the pupils hugely dilated so he looks like a Japanese cartoon character. “Come in. Mind the walrus.”
It's terribly clever and quirky - it never takes itself too seriously, but the story, despite a bizarre premise - is completely believable and a lot of fun.
The summary reads Marco Sturm and Patrick Marleau enter a competition with each other that doesn't quite work out the way they wanted it to. But at least they get lots of sex along the way. It sounds like it could be a total cliche, but instead it's this wonderfully entertaining mix of hilarity and sweetness with just a smidge of dirty and even a little bit of angst. The characters are a lot of fun, the plot moves along smoothly - it's hard to stop reading in the middle! - and the ending. Well, the ending is CLASSIC.
Back in the day, 2001 or so, a girl with little-to-no slash experience (me) wished that these two boys would cuddle more on ice. Imagine my delight when, years later, I stumbled upon this fic about the aching and the delicate beauty of the end of a relationship and the sadness of being replaced with something new and shiny. Forget that it was for a hate!fic challenge; this is very, very good.
A short post-movie tag; the writer has a fantastic, detached and flippant Igby!voice - I really dig it. Her Oliver plays a smaller role in the story, but he's this great fleshed out dimensional character as well; true to the movie and a little bit more. And the ending. Oh, god the ending gets me every time.
It's Ashley, Erik, the boys from O-Town and Jacob's pet monkey. Hijinxs ensue.
"This is mean," Ashley said. He was frowning, his arms wrapped around Erik's waist.
"_So gay_," Trevor muttered, and coughed over it in that way that is ever not-so-suave. And, see, that was mean. All Erik was doing was helping to poison an evil monkey mastermind.
Yes, this is a love story. The characters' voices are spot on: yes, the boys are incredibly girly, but have you seen 'making the band'?! The story is hilarious and brilliant and oh-so-cute that it almost kind of hurts.
Okay, seriously. The language. The flow. The quiet sadness. The fear and the hope and just. It's all over the place and almost surreal and I can't say enough good things about this. It's wonderful.
This still KILLS ME, every time I read it. It's quite possibly my favourite CI story EVER; it's completely whacked out but upon re-reading, you realize that the characters ARE Billy and Ryan, were they plunked into said situation. And it's absolutely HILARIOUS.
Because it’s Christmas, and Kalan is home, and he’s tired of being angry.
It's a holiday fic and it's so meticulously crafted and she's got a real gift for writing, and it's so sweet and hopeful, and just rough enough around the edges. I can re-read this story over and over and never get sick of it; it's one of my comfort stories and I simply adore it.
I love this. Because this is Fraser and it's Ray and they're making a grocery list and they're being domestic but in their very own special kind of way that's very true to canon and it's sweet and it's funny and it's not boring in any way. A very cute and entertaining piece of writing.
This has probably been recced by every single person ever, but the fact that it starts off about a masturbating parrot and spirals away from there will never cease to be anything less than hilarious. That and "This is my partner Ray," Fraser replied. "He's an angry clown." is still one of the greatest introductions to anything ever. Ray the angry clown is just. Amazing.
I would probably put her Spezza!muse pretty high on my list of favourite things in life, seriously: she writes the BEST. SPEZZA. EVER. I maintain that this is still one of the cutest, sweetest, funniest fics I've read in awhile. Seriously; her version of Jason's dorky brain is just amazing.
I read this for the first time many, many years ago and I never fell out of love with it. The form and style made me blink a little at first, but it works and it's different and it's sweet and it's wonderful. As the story says:
This is the truth as true as truth can be.
This is a love story.
I was reading the story as it was being written/posted, waiting anxiously for the next part. And I won't lie: it made me cry. It's pretty rare to read something that manages to capture the Roger & Mark relationship without having it be a romance (not that there's anything wrong with that), but this author does it so well, and that's what makes the story hurt even more. Also, the story made me check out the book love alone which was wonderful (and very sad) as well.
A short post-movie tag, almost. It's really nice. Quiet, unassuming. It doesn't make a huge deal out of anything; it just is, kind of just like the movie.