One of the best stories I have ever read on this site. I did cry at little at end and I NEVER cry.

You are a writer. I don't know a bigger compliment to give you.

This was absolutely lovely. You have a way with words.

So good!

:'(

This story seems very familiar to me even though I've not read it on here before...
I just checked and there's an exact version of it almost on archiveofourown titled 'A window Standing open' by the author 'unusualpairings'. Is this you? It was published there in 2016, while this here is obviously much earlier so I just wanted to let you know.

I am absolutely unable to convey my happiness with this story. I nearly cried twenty times throughout your magnificent writing. It was truly a great and well written story, and though I wish I had more to say to express my happiness all I can add is that your character development in both relationships and specific people was fantastic. Your writing as well truly captured my attention and I devoured this book all in one go. Thank you for writing such a wonderful story, you've inspired me.
-Dev

I barely know where to begin in this review. It's been ten years, for starters, since you uploaded the final chapter to this story. In fact, it is one day to the ten-year-day, and that just makes this feel even more special and magical. To tell you this was a good story, a great story, really barely only scratches the surface of how much I loved reading this. I want you to brace yourself, because I am going to thoroughly gush.
I really want you to know that I'm not a person easily moved. I enjoy things to a degree more than anyone else I know, but not right into my heart. This story initially made me curious about the idea of Hook/Wendy, but I was not expecting the stunning use of language and the magic of the original story to be so intimately woven throughout the entire tale. It took me aback, at first, how masterfully you wrote this, and then the story took greater shape and blossomed like a flower before my eyes and as elegant as any rose, and took all my heart-walls down. To make it perfect, I believed the whole thing. I even grew teary right at the end, and what a bittersweet end it was. I think I forgot how much children's stories could mean to me, and it wasn't until I was reading about 19 year old Wendy Darling (myself being 20 right now and feeling a sense of familiarity with her grown-up angst) that I remembered, like she did, and found delight anew in the innocence, and its loss.
I read aloud the final two chapters quietly to myself, and was well and truly transported. I never have before given such a long review, or felt the need to, but I really will not feel content until I tell you just how beautiful and magical this story was. And to be perfectly honest and not a small bit whimsical, this is - in my heart - a sequel to Barrie's "Peter Pan". And I think any children that ever come from me will get this story read to them as well. /That/ is how much your story meant to me. I don't know; I read this mostly in one sitting (because I simply couldn't stop) and the high from the story still holds me tight, but I think - and I'm being honest here as I know how to be - this is a story I will read and read again.
So thank you, Red Handed Jill. You've brought to new life a beloved story and filled it with just as much magic and wonder and hope as the first. I really wish it didn't have to end. It's magic.
Kindest regards,
Hermitt

Good chapter. My only critique is that Wendy would have known Father Christmas, not Santa Claus.

This is honestly the best fanfiction I have ever read in my whole life. I cried.

Thank you for sharing this beautifully unique tale! :)

Hook is a bastard...

Wow Wendy is really suicidal in this fic lol

I love this fic :')

I like the way you write! :)