MEOW! Hello, friend! My name is Ellie and today I will be reviewing using my very own Black Cat Review Method! It is very similar to the incredible YWS S'more Method but I have Halloween-ified it and made it spooky! My little black cat friend, Vladimir, wants to offer his opinion on your amazing literary piece:
Mystical Witch Hat - What I See, Observe, and Interpret
I love this, as always! Let’s get right into breaking this down:
Omar and I have always been mostly the same. It's all his fault, really. Like God, who spat on the ground and molded Adam from dust (or something like that), I was wet clay, and it was my brother's hands that gave my mind form. It was his fingers that made the wavy indents in my head. It was his words that told me what to do and when to do it, what to say and how to say it.
I love your use of brackets. I find that your writing sounds like talking a lot, which is something I really love! But the brackets adds an additional layer to it. This paragraph is very detailed and descriptive and gives me a mental image. It sounds like your brother shaped you into who you are today. He taught you what to say and how to act and who to be.
Your writing is so relatable.
I think if the two of us could, we would track it down by its serial number and fight over who gets to keep it, the way we used to fight over who gets to be Player One.
I did the exact same thing as a kid, so this brought a lot of memories back for me I love the idea of hunting down something that used to bring you together, and then fighting over who keeps the remnants of those memories.
I wake up in the middle of the night and I stare at a ceiling that is foreign to my siblings. It's been a long time since we lived together. It's been even longer since we've lived together in the yellow house.
This hit me like a pile of bricks. Wow. I feel like you are an incredibly observant deep feeler. Just writing out this sentence, I got a snap from my younger brother. Like you said, we talk, but it’s not the same. We send photos to each other everyday, we talk sometimes, but we don’t live together. He doesn’t know what my ceiling looks like. The stuffed animals we played with are still worn down, but not any more worn than they were when I left home.
I love the development of this part:
We will never again sit on the ground until the pattern of the carpet tufts is engrained pink into the skin of our legs. And we will never live in the yellow house again. We will never live in the same house again.
We go from something more broad, and get more personal, and more personal at each statement. Gorgeous <3
Vladimir’s Advice - Suggestions for Improvement
It’s always tricky to find something to critique for you xD.
I recommend you remove the word “and” in this sentence.
Omar wanted to keep playing Peter Jackson's King Kong: The Official Game of the Movie, and so he would plug in the second controller and tell me I was playing as the monkeys trying to attack him.
Jack O’Lanterns - My Favourite Parts and Praises
What a beautiful ending!
He's still my sister and I'm still his brother, even if we can never go back to the yellow house again.
I'm still me.
And I think it'll be alright.
I love how this one made me feel. It’s going to be okay. It’s hard when I think about what will never be the same, but it’s possible when I think about the goodness that change has brought.
Black Cat Cuddles - Concluding Ideas and Thoughts
I always feel good after reading what you write. Thank you for sharing, my friend! Have an amazing day!
Sincerely,
Ellie
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