Musings, Ramblings, and Rhapsody. A Boy, A Scar and an Epic Fantasy. I also fell in love with the Harry Potter series during its infancy. My mom bought the two installations of the book during her London trip with her boss, but I did not pay it no mind.

Wriggles and swirls mingle as a web of rhythmic accents in yellow, orange and aluminium. They build momentum in waves of harmonious crescendos, lines of clear and crisp as though viewed under the bluest of country skies in the peak of spring light. Their direction is exact and focused with an edge of spunk, several edges in fact.

This seems to be a common refrain I hear from newer writers. Critiques, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. Critique just the word can give me goose-bumps.