FC is the book that I have an intense, eternal, shit-crazy, throwing-each-other's-stuff-out-on-the-street, fights-in-restraunts, crazy-sex-in-the-club-bathroom, proposing-on-the-town-square relationship with. Hotspur and I, on the other had, lie around the house on Saturday mornings in pajamas and eat popcorn. For thrills, we hold hands at the movies. Sometimes, we rake leaves together.

It's a very different kind of love, I think. If it weren't for the fact that FC appeals to all my worst and self-destructive instincts (and the fact that it's SO MUCH EASIER to write fic about that period), Hotspur would be my favorite book of the series, hands-down.