I read this for the first time on a different site (I don't even remember which one anymore) several years ago, and I've read it quite a few (at least five) times since then.

There are several pieces of literature that have informed my writing style. The Virgin Suicides, Disgrace, The Poisonwood Bible... The Bat Bogeys Cometh. Really. Really really.

I've always suspected you must be a Booker prize recipient or something in "real life". You blow off steam by writing Draco-Ginny fiction in between various deep literary successes that get favorable review from The New Yorker.

None of that is likely to be the case, but there's something subtle about your writing that suggests it. There are many pieces of writing that seem somehow to be less than the whole of their parts, whereas your writing comes off as many times the whole of its parts. The character interactions are subtle, minuscule reflections of the earthquakes surrounding them. I've very rarely seen someone write the tearing of a soul in a precise, even unmemorable moment, but that is what you write. You turn moments into eternities and eternities into moments. You reflect the truth of the way we are all formed by single, innocuous instances.

Thank you.