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Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.
First Impression: This sounds like a pretty cool start to a novel. Charity seems like a really nice character and this whole family feels quite realistic. I would love to continue reading from here and I think I indeed will provided of course that you have posted more parts of this somewhere on the site.
Anyway let's get right to it,
Charity stood at the top of the lighthouse staring down at the water that was a deep blue with white waves that crashed along with it. This place is amazing, she thought. The truth was she had never been to a place this majestic in all her nine years. Her mother and father thought minor things like these were useless, nothing more than space collected on the Earth. Of course she didn’t believe them; she thought everything majestic as this was happened to be magic. Something she’s known for all her life, minuscule happenings that were thought of to be of the norm weren’t in her eyes. She looked about the sea and its deep color once more and decided it was time for her to leave. How she came to this place was beyond what her parents would think reasonable. She caught the bus on her own and came down to the ocean’s lighthouse unannounced with no one to accompany her. Lonely it must feel, with no one to share what she called majestic. She winds around the entire tower and walks slowly down its circular stairwell. She starts for the bus stop and waits an hour for the bus to come. When it arrives, she steps upon it and sits down at the window seat. She watches as the beach, the city, and the people pass in a steady blur. In a moments time she arrived back at the familiar white house with green shudders and a wraparound porch. Her mother was swinging on the white swing back and forth humming to herself. She expects to get a full blown scolding, but when her mother appears calm and collected she senses something must be wrong.
Well that was a lovely start...a beautiful little setting that was created here and a pretty decent way to introduce our main character. The one glaring problem is that size of that thing. You really don't want to be starting with a paragraph that massive because that can really turn people away from reading this. Its not the catchiest either so you might want to condense that or split that up a little. The opening lines would work fine at getting attention at least but with this huge chunk even that may not happen.
“Mother, I’ve been at the lighthouse. You should see how majestic it was!” There’s excitement building up inside her and she can’t very well contain it.
“At that nonsensical monument?” Her mother stated. She would never fully understand her daughter and how she sees things in a different matter from the rest of her family.
Ahh the classic protagonist. Thinking differently form everyone else.
She walks into the foyer to find her smaller brother, Thomas, tending to his shoes with so such succeeding happening. His shoelaces lay limp around the leather shoe. Thomas was Charity’s younger brother who strived at the age of four and a half.
That's a decent introduction to Thomas right there...there's also a weird sentence there but since that and several others were already pointed out down below I'll sip those errors.
“Please do.” She leans down toward his shoe and motions for him to set it upon her knee. She remembers when she was his age just learning how to tie her own shoes. Thomas was growing more inpatient while she thought of distant memories; she hastily finished.
Wow that was a pretty sweet little brother sister moment. A wonderful way to introduce the kind of relationship that they share.
“Good afternoon, Papa.” She greets him steadily yet he doesn’t stir. She decides upon giving him a kiss on the head and continuing on towards the kitchen. She finds Marla, the child caretaker, preparing just what she was hungering for; apple pie. Charity’s mood brightened profusely.
Ahh apple pie...very appropriate reaction from Charity.
“May I peel the apples, Mar-mar?” Mar-mar was the name given to Marla by the Thomas when he was only two and could scarcely pronounce the genuine name, so he had stuck with Mar-mar; and ever since then, Marla had become worn to the nickname.
Aww...another lovely touch to show how much these people know each other. It these little things that really sell a story and how real it is so wonderful job there.
“Thank you,” Moments passed and she completed the task of peeling the apples, and Charity had to now work upon her studies for an hour with the instructor.
Okay seems standard enough there.
“Today, we are going to work with arithmetic,” Charity winced knowing she was accurate about the whole ordeal. She didn’t think arithmetic had any magic united in. She gave a quick harrumph.
“Now, now, Charity.” She calmed her stature.
That's the one thing I would disagree with...arithmetic absolutely has a magic of its own.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall this seems like a pretty cool idea and I hope you continued on with it because it would have made for a pretty good book. I only had the couple of things to point out, other than that the start was great!
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
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Harry
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