For just under about two weeks, almost my entire life has been entralled with the series that is named Homestuck. For the first few days of my enchantment, I spent an upwards of five or more hours each day reading the series. Of course, the time I spent reading it drastically decreased the farther I reached into the story, but my enjoyment with reading it kept increasing. Right now, seeing as I did "finish" it yesterday, some part of me wishes that I would have taken my reading a bit slower than I did. Homestuck was started four years ago, and I have completed all there is in under two weeks. I have a "friend" who has known about it for way longer than me, yet he is still reading Act V Act II. I can remember back towards Halloween when he and another someone were cracking some sort of in-joke with candy corn and Tab; I had no idea what they were on about, but now that I have read all of the mspa adventures, except for Bard's Tale, I can clearly remember that scene and understand about what they were joking.
One question that I have asked myself is on the subject of "Why do I love this series so much?" But before I say that, I must say that I first tried to read it a few months ago, yet lost interest less than fifty pannels into the series. When I look back at those first few panels where we are being introduced to John, I can still visualise the drastically different image I had about Homestuck. When I look at those first few panels again, I can see how different my expectations, which were not very much, about what it was much more clearly - then I start to remember everything I know, and see how wrong I was. My reasoning for reading it this time came when I had heard of its length and told myself that I could read it all in a day. That probably would not be very feasable and I could certainly do it in a weekend if I spent every waking moment of that weekend only reading Homestuck and not doing anything else. Another reason I had a slight interest in starting was that I heard that more and more Homestuck cosplayers had been "invading" into anime conventions. One such podcast that I used to listen to mentioned this often when they were recapping what their convention experience had been like.
With that in mind, I had began to read Problem Sleuth, as I had reached that point in Homestuck. The time that I was reading Problem Sleuth was, actually, two weeks ago to the minute that I am writing this. When I found out that it had almost nothing to do with the plot of Homestuck, I was kind of enraged that the four hours straight I had spent reading it had all been for naught, and decided not to continue. Then Monday came around, and as I wake up at 00:00, I decided to actually start reading.
I was not able to finish the series in the seven hours I had that Monday morning. I had read all the way through to the beggining of Act V, I believe. I had, essentially, "rushed" the story so much that I kept forgetting which characters were named what. Certainly I could remember exactly who they were, but names of places and objects and characters were all still pretty unclear in my head as I had not been around that long. The plot, by that point, I felt was all right. The series I did not exactly think was "The best thing I have ever read," but I enjoyed it nonetheless.
That morning one person whom I know read it told me about hearing someone who read it all within three days. My resolve to actually finish it in less than three if not one came back to me, and I started with ACT V. Finally, I had reached the chapters where we meet the trolls; the only thing about Homestuck I knew before actually reading it. The seemingly main focus of the series which anyone outside of the fandom only notices when they glance in for brief moments of time. I finished the first half of Act V within one day and then the subsequent two were spent finishing up Act V Act II.
By this point, I no longer cared for how fast it takes me to read this series. My entire life and all I could think about by this point was the series. I had not realised it, but by the time I reached the point where Eridan goes insane and starts killing people did I notice that I developed a bond between almost all of the characters. I did not notice it until they died, but, inside, I cared for each and every one of them. (Except maybe Gamzee.) What the characters did, what they felt, what they thought, how they acted - hundreds upon hundreds of such pages with these things included all contributed to my personal relationship with the kids and the trolls. But that is not exactly the reason why I love the series so much - the connection came much more subconciously much later in the series, near the later acts of act VI. Sure, bonds that one may develop with the various characters may contribute to it being a good story, but it's not what exaclty makes it great. It's not what made me, figuratively, fall in love.
I'm splitting this into two parts for the reason that Newgrounds will not let me post even though I am, barely, within the character limit.