I found this story very confusing -- I wasn't sure if the black goo was good magic or evil magic, or how the father became the doll, but especially confusing was the comment that witches are demons.When I read this I couldn’t help but to laugh. I laughed so hard I almost spilled my guts. Can you imagine a grown man asking about black goo, magic, and how the heck a man can become a doll? Take it out of context and, yeah, we are loco la cabeza. I loved it. The best rejection ever because as a reader he wanted to believe my story.
So after I tightened the bolt in my brain, I started to wonder about the suspension of disbelief. Readers need to believe our world and our characters.
I believe there are vampire warriors with high sex drives in Caldwell, NY. (The Black Dagger Brotherhood series)
I believe a young girl has been totally traumatized for surviving the Hunger Games.
I believe that there’s a spaceship (in space, duh) housing a couple thousand people, some frozen, trying to get Across the Universe.
And I believe in magic, wizards, and witches in a school called Hogwarts. (Harry Potter)
Great characters and great storytelling makes me believe. What makes you believe?