It felt like Christmas morning when I saw this! Loved, loved it. My favorite lines:
He pulled their joined hands up a little, looking down at them as though he wasn’t quite sure what they were. “I have no idea what I’m doing,” he said, almost conversationally.
Sara bit back a flippant retort. If I open my mouth right now, I’ll start babbling. Or yelling. She shifted in place, and waited.
Grissom hesitated, bit his lip, and then went on. “I do know that I…don’t want to let go.”
Her heart lifted a little. “Neither do I,” she admitted after a moment.
There is something vastly amusing about reading a Christmas story during Lent. ROFLOL
However, it is a fabulous story. And like you said, what's a season between friends?
I think the best thing about it, for me, is that it is such a gentle, gradual story. No sudden declarations or out of characterness. Just the dawning of understanding, the acting on impulse...the kind of thing that could conceivably happen in real life - things that happen in spit of fears and insecurities.
Let's see... I like Sara's tendency to have imaginary conversations with Grissom. I've done that a time or two...well, not with Grissom. But it's a habit I can relate to. LOL
Her reason for working holidays is well conveyed, simply and without getting bogged down in a lot of detail. Makes it all the more potent, I think, given what we already know.
I can imagine how odd it was for Sara to enter the church not as a crime scene. At least as a crime scene she'd know exactly what to expect.
And may I say you captured the candle lighting beautifully. It's one of the things I love about Midnight Mass and about the Easter Vigil...the passing of the light from one to another, the way the flame from a single candle multiplies until the darkness if driven back.
::sigh::
Grissom's insecurity and uncertainty were well portrayed. Just a peek into his mind. And the way his hand held hers without his permission. ::sappy grin::
Everything leading up to their kiss was lovely and sweet and fluffy and...and...just lovely. And as for after the kiss, no dramatic declarations... well, except:
[["If you say this was a mistake, I will hurt you,” Sara said, muffled but determined, and Grissom huffed a laugh.
“The only mistake is mine, for waiting so long,” he admitted, and her arms tightened before she lifted her head. ]]
That is just so them.
Thanks for sharing this. Some Christmas presents are worth waiting for. Like this one.
I love the candle-lighting ceremonies myself. And I definitely have conversations with people who aren't there! If only one could be so eloquent in real life... Thanks!
The distinction between a labyrinth and a maze escaped me when I first read about them, and was responsible for nearly getting me kicked out of Chartres Cathedral, but that's another story...
Well, I hadn't grasped the fact that a labyrinth is generally a flat pattern rather than something 3-D, so to speak. So when we were visiting Chartres, I asked the ladies in the gift shop where the labyrinth was located. Between my execrable French and their vague English, I thought it was located in the cellar, such as it was, and sort of snuck downstairs.
The basement of Chartes is creepy.
Anyway, I got caught and almost tossed out, but I put on my best innocent, plaintive, idiot-tourist attitude, and it was finally made clear that the labyrinth was located IN the floor of the sanctuary, not under it--I just couldn't see it because it was covered with chairs due to the need for additional seating for some event. In fact, I never did see it.
My brother may still be disappointed that I didn't get thrown out...while he was watching. :P
::giggles:: Oh I love it! Yeah, that's the kind of adventure that awaits me, I'm sure...given my questionable knowledge of the French language - and even more questionable Italian! LOL
I'm hoping to see the labyrinth if I get out to Chartres.
OMG!! 1 month, 2 weeks and 1 day until I leave... ::starts hyperventilating::
My memory's a little fuzzy on the details at this point--we saw a lot of cathedrals on that trip--but if it isn't covered in chairs, it's in the back end of the sanctuary, right in the middle.
Just don't ask the gift-shop ladies. :P
Remember to double-check your health insurance's portability before you go!
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Loved it, I do love your 'fluff-stuff', it always adds a silly grin to my face;)
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He pulled their joined hands up a little, looking down at them as though he wasn’t quite sure what they were. “I have no idea what I’m doing,” he said, almost conversationally.
Sara bit back a flippant retort. If I open my mouth right now, I’ll start babbling. Or yelling. She shifted in place, and waited.
Grissom hesitated, bit his lip, and then went on. “I do know that I…don’t want to let go.”
Her heart lifted a little. “Neither do I,” she admitted after a moment.
Me either *grin*. Made my day sweeter. Thanks!
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However, it is a fabulous story. And like you said, what's a season between friends?
I think the best thing about it, for me, is that it is such a gentle, gradual story. No sudden declarations or out of characterness. Just the dawning of understanding, the acting on impulse...the kind of thing that could conceivably happen in real life - things that happen in spit of fears and insecurities.
Let's see...
I like Sara's tendency to have imaginary conversations with Grissom. I've done that a time or two...well, not with Grissom. But it's a habit I can relate to. LOL
Her reason for working holidays is well conveyed, simply and without getting bogged down in a lot of detail. Makes it all the more potent, I think, given what we already know.
I can imagine how odd it was for Sara to enter the church not as a crime scene. At least as a crime scene she'd know exactly what to expect.
And may I say you captured the candle lighting beautifully. It's one of the things I love about Midnight Mass and about the Easter Vigil...the passing of the light from one to another, the way the flame from a single candle multiplies until the darkness if driven back.
::sigh::
Grissom's insecurity and uncertainty were well portrayed. Just a peek into his mind. And the way his hand held hers without his permission. ::sappy grin::
Everything leading up to their kiss was lovely and sweet and fluffy and...and...just lovely. And as for after the kiss, no dramatic declarations... well, except:
[["If you say this was a mistake, I will hurt you,” Sara said, muffled but determined, and Grissom huffed a laugh.
“The only mistake is mine, for waiting so long,” he admitted, and her arms tightened before she lifted her head. ]]
That is just so them.
Thanks for sharing this. Some Christmas presents are worth waiting for. Like this one.
::is content::
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Um...I'd like to hear that story... ;-)
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Well, I hadn't grasped the fact that a labyrinth is generally a flat pattern rather than something 3-D, so to speak. So when we were visiting Chartres, I asked the ladies in the gift shop where the labyrinth was located. Between my execrable French and their vague English, I thought it was located in the cellar, such as it was, and sort of snuck downstairs.
The basement of Chartes is creepy.
Anyway, I got caught and almost tossed out, but I put on my best innocent, plaintive, idiot-tourist attitude, and it was finally made clear that the labyrinth was located IN the floor of the sanctuary, not under it--I just couldn't see it because it was covered with chairs due to the need for additional seating for some event. In fact, I never did see it.
My brother may still be disappointed that I didn't get thrown out...while he was watching. :P
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I'm hoping to see the labyrinth if I get out to Chartres.
OMG!! 1 month, 2 weeks and 1 day until I leave... ::starts hyperventilating::
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Just don't ask the gift-shop ladies. :P
Remember to double-check your health insurance's portability before you go!