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A review by simonlorden
A Little Familiar by R. Cooper
emotional
hopeful
lighthearted
medium-paced
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
second read:
I'm a few days late with re-reading this, but it's still almost Halloween, okay?
my previous review still stands, except: what was I on about, complaining about the pining? the yearning is the BEST PART.
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the only word I can use to describe this is magical. the whole reading experience was so real I could almost taste the pumpkin and apples. the soft pining was great, and ghosts and familiars, and Bartleby is literally exactly my kind of person, and the DESCRIPTIONS in this novella were so good! I mean, just look at this: although his rage was the gentlest rage imaginable, the briefest, quietest maelstrom in a teacup.
or this: His anger was fierce and soft, stinging like kitten’s claws.
OR THIS: He was a giant holding a rose petal. He was a bear permitted to cup a kitten in his paw, when he deserved no such prize.
I have to admit the pining sometimes got frustrating because it went on for so many years and it /didn't have to/ if only Piotr knew how to communicate, but at the same time I loved it. I would fall in love with Bartleby too. so soft and pure.
He wasn’t genderfluid, at least, not how Piotr understood the term, but then again perhaps he was. Bartleby was… Bartleby. He wore what he chose to wear and acted how he chose to act. He’d never requested to be addressed by another pronoun or name, he simply was, like a trickster deity of old, although one not interested in deception.
I'm a few days late with re-reading this, but it's still almost Halloween, okay?
my previous review still stands, except: what was I on about, complaining about the pining? the yearning is the BEST PART.
--
khfksdjgkjg
the only word I can use to describe this is magical. the whole reading experience was so real I could almost taste the pumpkin and apples. the soft pining was great, and ghosts and familiars, and Bartleby is literally exactly my kind of person, and the DESCRIPTIONS in this novella were so good! I mean, just look at this: although his rage was the gentlest rage imaginable, the briefest, quietest maelstrom in a teacup.
or this: His anger was fierce and soft, stinging like kitten’s claws.
OR THIS: He was a giant holding a rose petal. He was a bear permitted to cup a kitten in his paw, when he deserved no such prize.
I have to admit the pining sometimes got frustrating because it went on for so many years and it /didn't have to/ if only Piotr knew how to communicate, but at the same time I loved it. I would fall in love with Bartleby too. so soft and pure.
He wasn’t genderfluid, at least, not how Piotr understood the term, but then again perhaps he was. Bartleby was… Bartleby. He wore what he chose to wear and acted how he chose to act. He’d never requested to be addressed by another pronoun or name, he simply was, like a trickster deity of old, although one not interested in deception.