"How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.” -- Gaston Bachelard
Just trying to free my mind through writing...
She expected nothing. Life was always the same repetitive process daily, even with the job she had. Suddenly, her life is turned upside by one little plan that she knows will leave her flat on her face. So, why did she agree to it?
i had to go back and reread the last few chapters, I was like 'what?!?! she updated?!?! yes! yes! yes!'
i might've shed a few tears, i was so happy. then, u tease us! argh, i need more! she's ten times stronger than me, i couldn't have stayed away. and bless richelle's heart for opening her eyes! go mama!
Give us more! <3 it!
''I have always jumped to conclusions too fast and made my own assumptions.''
'' I offer you nothing more than I can and nothing less than what’s best for you.”
Lily's insecurities mirror those of our own. Often times, it is ourselves that hurt us most. And, the best sentiment is a promise to give all that you can and deserve. This was just absolutely GREAT!
Rob gives me the heebiejeebies and I don't like it. Pooh!
I'm so not into violence, but I think any man standing up for his woman like this is the ultimate. I love it! Great job! Keep on chuggin' along, Ms. Thang!!!!
Everyone has that one person they go back to-the one person they cant seem to shake off even if they tried. Justin and Nicole's story is no different. Finding themselves lost in a cycle that neither one knows how to control, and neither one wants to end after so many years. An arrangement they both thought they could handle without either one getting hurt. Continuing a cycle that leads them back to another again.
scandalous....i love it!
Set in New York City, Justin Timberlake and Amelia Domineck are the hottest couple in the Manhattan social scene, and their wedding is fast approaching Event of the Year status. Amelia, headstrong and domineering, is not just planning her wedding, she’s choreographing it and Justin seems to simply be along for the ride, as well as Amelia’s assistant Charlotte who after accepting the job wonders if slavery somehow became legal without her realizing it. A Lolita wedding planner, a flakey assistant, and one bridezilla converge together to bring Charlotte and Justin closer and Justin begins to wonder… is this really all that’s left for him? A ring and a promise of forever with Amelia, or does he dare to dream of something more?
“Holy. Shit. Holy. Shit. Holy fuckin’ shit!”
I fought a long battle with myself to avoid this story. Why? Well, let me begin by saying that I am a complete idiot. Skylar/Justin were just perfect in my mind. There was no way that you could possibly create a more perfect combination of characters. They complimented one another, they supported each other, they had respect and admiration for each other, and they loved each other. Until, Charlotte, no, Charlie, came along and yanked me from my clouds 1-9.
I read the entire story in a little over a day, and thank god I had an excuse to stay home or I would’ve skipped class and work purposefully. From the very beginning, I was hooked. At first, as I was reading the first few chapters, I felt a sense of foreboding. I figured Charlie would go through a Andy/Miranda revelation in the story. And, that, I wasn’t cool with. I almost gave up, but cue the superstar entering stage left.
It was just one thing after another. One bomb after another. One rose plucked from the Justin/Amelia garden and one rose planted in the Justin/Charlie garden. I was truly keeping score, and Justin/Charlie had it, hands down since Chapter 2 and the electric boots.
The gradual and subtle character development is a true art. There were moments that I was covered in chill bumps from imagining Justin’s smothering gaze or Charlie’s not-so-innocent-innocence or Amelia’s soul-crushing and venomous words.
The supporting cast was just important as the starring cast. The underlying power and influence that each character had was just incredible. From the simple business men that Justin met with at the beginning to the no-name bartender at Southern Hospitality, they each had a specific role. Trace’s unremarkably sound advice haphazardly wrapped in tacky paper in the form of immature one-liners were simply hysterical, yet humbling.
And Trace's one liners were hysterical...."Well, roll the fuckin' credits" such a great way to end that chapter. He is unapologetic about his no-bullshit love for Justin, and I love him. I’ve long questioned myself why Justin doesn’t seem to listen well to his advice, and this story opened my eyes. Lynn is so gentle with him, so caring and so protective. Trace is so harsh, his love is unapologetic and untamed. And, then, here comes Charlie. She is the perfect blend of Lynn and Trace. She is gentle, yet firm. She is caring, yet encouraging. She shelters him, yet will not hide him. She is exactly what Justin needs in his life.
The altar scene: You. Are. Cruel.
But leave it to Justin to reveal to us his true fault: the lack to properly interrupt sound advice.
He took what his grandfather said completely wrong. This scene broke me down. I will admit, I shed tears. And there were conflicting emotions behind my tears. There were tears of joy for Charlie because she finally took charge of her life, in a desperate plea, but she took charge. There was pity for Amelia because she was so beyond fucked up, and there was no hope for her. There was compassion for Justin’s family and friends because they were stuck watching him make the biggest mistake of his life, and yet, all they were left to do was support him. And there was anger for Justin because he’s a complete jackwagon. Blind. Deaf.
And by God’s grace, Justin does have a brain."I'm not perfect. I'm never gonna be. But I will try my damndest to be perfect for you." Holy mother of God, woman, where you trying to rip my heart to shreds and have my knees melt into a puddle at my feet? Because that is exactly what happened!
Charlie is strong. Charlie is a woman. She doesn’t give in to him when any other woman would have buckled. I think at the beginning, she gave into him because it was her job to indulge her bosses. She felt a sense of duty to him and to Amelia. But, in the end, her strength overpowers her docile façade. And, in Justin’s defense, he is the true tragic character of the story. Although for a split second I felt my heart thaw when Molly didn’t show up for the bridal shower and I saw Amelia’s true tragic life. Justin is not all that weak of a man that everyone in the story made him out to be. If anything, he was doing exactly what he’d been taught to do. Please. Yes, he was running, but in the end, he always came back and pleased the people. Pleased everyone but himself. He was so willing to be the sufferer. Yes, his actions spoke louder than his words but his actions were also misinterpreted. And aren’t we all guilty of judging without knowing?
Like Charlie, we all want to throw him into oncoming traffic. But, let’s be real. I, without a second thought, would’ve jumped after him to safe him. When you fall in love with someone, love is all-encompassing. You can’t love all the good without loving all the bad. Because it is the bad that makes the good, great. And, yes, it sucks that when he finally picked up his balls and poured his heart and soul she was drunk. But, she is too pissed and pissed drunk to care but she does listen. She takes his confession, and she takes it with her. She takes his heart with her, and doesn’t leave in on the floor of some grimy Bronx bar. And, that right there gave me hope that there was still a possibility.
Bar Scene: Ginger messing up the bar? Classic. I laughed aloud while at the student center. And, I got a few lunatic glares. But, I think I deserved those. I was already biting my palm with watering eyes for quite some time. Ginger at first had me fooled. I figured she was gonna be a Amelia-like, but she proved me wrong time and time again. She saw Amelia and she saw Charlie and she took the best of both. The ambition that Amelia thrives off and the heart that makes Charlie’s existence so brilliant.
“So tell me. What hurts more? Thinking you should hate him or knowing you don't?” And you knew that you would chop us all at the knees with this. It is just glorious. It’s the biggest, most pink elephant in the story. For God’s sake, it matched the Pink Panty Pulldowns they were downing. And leave it for the most irrelevant (until that moment) character to point it out. Not even Trace and his lack of oral filtration system pointed it out. Bless Ginger.
I may be going way over the edge here (and please, blame the cold medicines if I am), but I am completely convinced that UTTK is The Social Network of NF. Because, I mean really, please don’t laugh. None of us can really hate or love any of the characters. Sit back and think about it, and each of them is the way they are for some fucked-up cards that life dealt them. They are each tragic in their own way.
It’s all very Shakespearean.
Tragedy wrapped in a warm blanket of humor and disdain, complemented by the bitter taste of a glass of runaway love and fleeting self-respect.
I will definitely go back and review each chapter, because each one merits its individual praise.
But, sincerely, UTTK is a work of art. Congratulations.
Sidenote: This was my personal response to this particular scene (and yes, I spoke this aloud to the computer):
Trace: “She’s your lobster”
Me: “Oh he’s going somewhere!”
She's a songwriter from Chicago. He's a music producer living the life in LA. One performance at a club leads to their chance meeting. She immediately dislikes him, yet he's drawn to her. So what happens when they begin to understand one another?
this is a bigger cliffhanger....u had me in a puddle!
Author's Response: A puddle? Woo! I was hoping some of the mush could make up for my nail biting cliffhangers. lol Thanks for reading and reviewing :)
i need a pool installed -- asap....ah!
incredible...absolutely incredible....just wow....man, oh man....i can't even speak right...that was just beautiful
Author's Response: You guys are making me feel like I hit the nail on the head with this chapter and I'm so glad my readers can get into it like that! I really appreciate your review :)
oh man....my heart is breaking for her...i'm thankful myself for Justin's levelhead....great work!
Author's Response: thanks so much!
Corporate drone Serena Willis is living an existence that seems just fine, until she meets a celebrity on a flight to LA. Not just any celebrity, but one she's been dreaming about meeting for a long time. Trapped together as they fly to LA, they begin to talk and sparks fly. Serena takes a chance, and they hit it off. But will this be just a weekend fling, or is this more than they bargained for?
Life. Sex. Music --- should be an album title....loved it!
Author's Response: Yeah that'd be awesome. A JC album. SIGH. MUSIC!
What?!?! Tyler!!!! Dammit man, y u gotta go do that for? Jeez, man.
Serena, girl, chill. Wake up! Open your eyes!
Poor JC, man, I'm ready to climb through my screen and shake Tyler & Serena mercilessly. They need to just chill.
Yay, Bar Exam! Whoo!
Moar! Moar! Moar! Moar!
Oh...you're going to hear from me! Let me simply collect my thoughts and try to cohesively verbalize them.
It saddens me that it is over, but it makes me so happy for you! I'll be like every other loyal reader and pray for a sequel, but I won't pressure you (much)!
Congratulations!
seriously...u're an amazing writer.
plain and simple.
i felt myself in that dimly lit hotel room.
you got me to cry.
wow.
amazing
well...if she aint ready for a man like him, I am....bring it on!
Author's Response: Ha! RIGHT? Get with it sister!!
every scene I read of these two, I feel bad. I feel like I'm spying on their private moments....ah! i love them! awesome song titles...."Feed Me, Seymour" was the best! ah....love it!
Author's Response: I'm nosy! What can I say? Lol.
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