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Falar sobre si mesmo é sempre difícil, não é mesmo? Bem, mas posso dizer que amo ler, fazer retratos, conversar,...
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Carol Costa
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“Cativante,intrigante,emocionante e principalmente:Genial. Estes quatro adjetivos descrevem suficientemente bem o contexto geral do qual esta fanfic se baseia,embora existam muitas outras palavras que possam ser usadas para classificá-la,como:Maravilhosa,surpreendente e inesquecível. O ponto mais atraente nesta história,é,sem duvida,sua narração e o suceder dos acontecimentos de tirar o fôlego.Embora se trate de uma narração direta e pouco detalhada,torna-se cada vez mais inacreditavelmente envolvente pois a autora soube como desenvolver algo diferenciado e espetacular,retratando uma história recheada de surpresas e reviravoltas incríveis,e apresentando personagens originais com essências extraordinárias. Não precisei de muito para saber que esta história e sua autora merecem o devido reconhecimento.O primeiro capítulo fora o quê bastou para me fazer descobrir que tratava-se de uma excelente trama e que eu deveria lê-la.E estou certa de que,aquele que a ler,irá partilhar da mesma opinião.”
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