harry potter rec

I never thought I would rec HP. But then, while my opinions are strongly voiced while I hold them, they are also (as you all know, and especially lazulus, *winks*) flexible and amenable to sudden and violent 180 degree turnabouts.

Anyway, lazulus and others have recced this one for so long that I finally succumbed yesterday afternoon. 224 pages in Word and I was glued to the screen for hours, and then re-read it all today. I am hooked, I am smitten, I've been dreaming of this fic.

It's resonant8's unbelievable and breathless-making Transfigurations.

It is beautifully written, beautifully plotted, has an ethical centre where canon has an empty hole, is thoughtful, inventive, expansive, intensive, painstakingly characterised, weaves in and out of canon exquisitely, and finally, is most deliciously sensuous, erotic and hot-damn sexy.

Am still reeling from this novel of a fanfic. (Note: it's the longest fanfic I've ever read and it took me a while to get into it: give it time and it will grab you. Well, it grabbed me.)

Fandom's most devout LJer

Contrary to the delirious worldview of some, I do not set out to pollute the world of LJ with impious and corrupt designs.

Thus: Healthy thoughts of the day:

The Soul is a wondrous thing. (I actually do believe in the existence of the soul. It's just that nobody ever asked me.)

Men are lovely.

Women, too.

Sigmund Freud was a very nice father of four and husband of one. He liked to observe his children at play and write about them. He liked to sit and remember his own dreams. He wanted to cure mental illness. He had to flee from the Bad, Bad Nazis. He looked nice in his nice white beard and moustache. His surname means 'joy' in German.

Joy.

The sky is blue and the sun is yellow.

Harry 4 Draco 4 evah.

Whoops.