In recent memory, there has been no other book that has made me so pensive for an entire day after having read it. Almost melancholy, even. I was distracted all day at work, thinking about the ending and the relationships between characters and what was set up for Book 7.
If you haven’t finished reading HBP yet, and you intend to do so, you might want to hold off on reading this spoiler-laden post.
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Finished Book Six.
OMG OMG OMG.
These are *not* children’s novels. Not the kind I read as a kid, anyway.
I had the inkling the book might end something like that, but I was hoping I was wrong. Damn… OMG…
Off to read Sheryl‘s LJ posts about HP6. Then off to bed.
OMG, I can’t stop reading. I’ve been reading for over two hours now, more like three. Damn you, Jo Rowling, damn you and your addictive writing style and characters to Zarth’s lowest hell!
…And I mean that in the nicest way possible.
*dashes upstairs to keep reading*
I had such plans for my evening. I made my dinner, I did my Yoga For Dummies, I checked my e-mail, I almost-balanced my checkbook… then I took a Harry Potter break.
Six chapters later, I haven’t worked on the LSM website, I haven’t practiced my mellophone, and I haven’t written a review of “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.”
*sigh*
I was just reading a column on DCI.org, and one particular section caught my attention:
It?s funny how we all easily forget memories that are so important to us. What would we do without each other to remind us of all the funny things that happened? Would we try and remember the day that our caption head fell right on his butt trying to imitate how horrible we looked during a phrase? Or would we simply forget and let the memories fade with time?
The last thought is the scariest for me that comes along with leaving the activity for good. My caption head, Jamie Oakley, always said that we will never remember the bad days, only the good. That our struggle in the heat and torrential downpours would make us better but would never be our first thoughts when reminiscing about the entire season with our friends.
Maybe I just haven’t schmoozed with enough alumni from my years in Northern Aurora and the Bluecoats, but I find that I think equally of the bad and the good times. They were fairly evenly dispersed throughout my three years in Junior corps, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. (Well, maybe.)
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