Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, J.K. Rowling (M, under 12, orange raincoat, NYPL copy, captivated, M15 bus) http://bit.ly/nMIYMA
Pottering, Day Six-Going-On-Seven: Book Seven
I don’t have much coherent to say about this book considering I read the first two hundred pages from about 2 a.m. to 3:45 a.m. last night and the remaining 560ish from around 12:15 a.m. to 4:10 a.m. just now (I have the American hardcover version of this one which is spacier in its typeface/layout/what-have-you so it seems like I read a lot faster than my approximately 100 pages/hr for the British paperbacks). Basically, attribute this to it being the wee hours of the night or not, this one was a rollercoaster of emotions! I did like it a ton more this time around than last (I distinctly recall thinking that some of the plot points were too much like those in some of the fan fiction I’d read; the comparative meh-ness of five years ago could also have been from isolating myself in my room until 2 p.m. while waiting for the book to be delivered to my doorstep).
…so I’m trying to make sense out of what I want to say, but basically: I adore all the good guys in this to bits and J.K. Rowling is so frickin’ amazing my god I really have no eloquent words to describe how amazing she is I practically cried, multiple times, while reading this, and not just due to being somewhat tired.
…it’s 4:30, good night y’alls!
Seven books in seven days: mischief managed :)
Pottering, Day Three-Going-On-Four: Book Five
I can’t even put into words my love for this book. If I remember correctly this was my favorite in the series and thus far into the reading marathon my love for OOTP is just grown exponentially. This is me being about 23094 times less emotional than I actually am about this book, I love it love it love it to bits.
There’s so much in OOTP I seriously don’t know where to begin. I love Ginny’s new confidence. I like to think having Tonks around during the summer brought that out in her, of course along with the whole not-crushing-on-Harry thing. Luna Lovegood, she just makes me so happy I want to hug her! And I’ve been waiting since the start of ‘Goblet of Fire’ to get to book five for Fred and George’s crazy antics (I cannot wait to see the fireworks and hallway swamp scenes in the movie, I do hope they do the book justice!) And I love love love Hermione (and Ron, of course), and oh! when the super six get together for the first time, so much love! So many new characters, so many new details, so much beautiful description and character building and – basically J.K. Rowling is a witch of the highest order possible, I basically have no words to praise her enough. Honestly, her plot lines are so intricately and finely weaved it’s mind-blowing.
tl;dr: Rowling is my idol. Rowling is a god.
I swear, I’m fan-girling right now more than I fan-girled during the Royal Wedding when I stayed up until five a.m. to watch that thing and I was seriously fan-girling a whole ton then (I baked scones at two in the morning and watched about three 20/20 specials on Kate Middleton to stay awake). Goodness I should just move to the U.K.
Pottering, Day One-going-on-Two: Book Three
Read from 10:30 p.m. to almost 1:30 a.m., pretty much non-stop. SO GOOD. There were all these little details, like how Mrs. Weasley assures Ron that she didn’t make corned beef sandwiches for the train ride to Hogwarts, which were the kind of sandwiches Harry said he’d trade Ron some of his candy for on their first ride to Hogwarts in the first book. Marvellous. Simply splendid. Absolutely spiffing. (Learned all that from Fred and George!)
It’s kind of late but I do want to say, even almost an hour later, I am still in awe of Rowling’s use of writing in all caps for some of the intense scenes. Most of the time when I read something in all caps it just looks so… wannabe-intense. Maybe because the use of writing in all capital letters has become so common with gchat/Facebook that it’s just LOL or OMGAREYOUSERIOUSRIGHTNOW BAHAHAHA but with Rowling I swear I stopped hearing everything else around me and all I could hear was Harry screaming at Sirius with pain and anguish and confusion. Seriously spellbinding.
