|the text is captivating. |
a scrapbook with that vintage air. coldness and warmth at the same time, and also a young identity trying to grapple with what she is going to become: somewhere between a contemplating and a squirming nature. it's good to find out in these conditions these 2 can overlap.
a sentence one can't help adoring: "I love stepping out of cabs with my elegant mother." - it's so short as product of perception but so lasting as effect. In fact, so is every statement.
and again there's this one:"I decide I don't want to be someone who is noticed in that mysterious way but doesn't notice others."
the character seems to be living in the wake of her mother, but on a more vibrant frequency. And finally, so will the reader, in the wake of these streams of confession.
Olya, welcome on Agonia!
I am definitely looking forward to reading more of your texts.
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| = Fun well written and we see the young protagonist learn and bloom. Wonderful|
James A Williams
|An amazing bit of writing, it charmed me from the first sentence. I loved getting into the mind of a clever young girl who has her mother figured out, yet still manages to get into trouble|
I thought her comparing the school lunches to Alpo was splendid!
Her realization of the importance of caring for the feelings of others and the moment she understands her mother is not perfect add to the pleasure of reading this short.
I hope to see more soon.