There are some gems here but it’s the plain-spoken “Time Between Ordering and Eating” that gets me. It gets to me and— mostly— it just gets me. That’s me. That’s it, on paper.
“The Dead Kids” is spooky in the way I love best.
“David, Missing” has a final sentence you’ll read two dozen times.
Mostly I just wish I could time-travel for about oh, half an hour or so, back to before there was a Jennifer Love Hewitt Times Infinity and I wasn’t withholding a fifth star because I know the awesomeness to come.
Also, there may not be a better time to mention: when I went for that link I realized that JLHXI is one of only two books where every single friend of mine who’s read it (and there are many) has given it five stars. Across the board. It’s like that mythical, elusive 10.0 of gymnasts.
While I was reading this, I think my wife got a little tired of my little vocalizations of appreciation as well as my interruptions of her reading to quote from various passages. I even read aloud the entirety of "The Person Who Lives".
The one story I made sure she read herself was "The Time Between Ordering and Eating." That was clearly my personal favorite. I guess like the "The Cruel Dichotomies of People with Websites" (not in the zine) and even "The Person Who Lives," to a lesser extent, it's got a great ending that made me reconsider what had come before--or at least think about it in a richer way.
I wonder if that says something about me that I like those kinds of endings. What's coming to mind is that I like when I get a chance to keep reading something and get more and more out of it. That's especially true when it comes to writing that's on the Web, which I so often read too quickly to get anything but the most surface information from. Something that commands my attention and makes it worth my while to slow down is great to encounter.
Which is why it's especially great to have these pieces that were originally published on the web in a zine format so you can read them differently and get something more out of them.