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I have a confession to make.
I was in a shop the other day with my dad, wandering through the book section, and somehow ended up leaving with a certain novel in my posession. Overcoming all my attempts to tactfully remove myself from its reach, it leaped off the wall and into my shopping cart with a mighty bound, and I was powerless beneath its influence. O noes! So, of course, once I'd bought it, there was really nothing left to do but read it--
--and the sequel--
--and the third--
--now I'm halfway through the fourth--
--and anyway, the confession is this:
I FINALLY BROKE DOWN AND READ HARRY POTTER.
*dies a horrible death*
You see, when Pottermania first swept the globe, I was eleven or so and thoroughly immersed in Tolkien, and was rather given to feeling superior and turning up my nose at those who would settle for anything as common and childish as Potter. I felt sorry for those I espied at the coffee shop with one of the amazingly numerous novels in their posession--sort of 'Haven't they got anything better to read?'--and loftily buried my nose in The Silmarillion instead. I have gone to great lengths to avoid it, refusing to allow myself even the momentary weakness of peeking inside the cover, on the grounds that nothing that so many people were mad over could possibly be any good (see: Eragon). It was a matter of principle, dammit!
But I'm a traitor to the cause. Because now I'm reading it. And, er, I like it. *shame* And I've seen the first movie (AFTER I read the book, obviously), and OMG, they are such tiny cute wizardlings. And the beginning of Movie 2 is promising. And WTF THE WEASLEYS ARE SO TOTALLY MY FAMILY, right down to the red hair1 and the hand-me-down robes. AAAAA JK ROWLING STOLE MY ANCESTRY. And Hermione is <333. And Snape is sexy as hell. So is Lucius Malfoy. And Professor McGonagall is ridiculously awesome. So is Dumbledore. So is Lupin. Especially Lupin, really. And WHY must I go and read fanfic before I've finished the damn' books, now I already know that Cedric and Dumbledore both bite it before the end of the sixth book.... *le sigh*
Anyway, the point of all this (yes, there is one!) is: Those of you who've been in on the conspiracy all along--now that I've been sucked into the black hole, what do I do next? Where's the good fanfic, the sexy icons, the clever parody films (excluding Potter Puppet Pals and Snape's Too Sexy, everyone knows about those)? Where do I buy Potter Fandom For Dummies? 'Cos, really, I'm not planning to devote too much time to this.
...she said, while putting off all her homework including her boring-but-essential geometry sheets and her actually-quite-interesting-and-extremely-vital Brit Lit project, ignoring her significant other much to their dismay, and letting her inbox pile up to towering heights....
1Although only four of ours are redheads, and, of course, I drew a short straw, unlike Nenya. *is not bitter at ALL, oh, no*
I was in a shop the other day with my dad, wandering through the book section, and somehow ended up leaving with a certain novel in my posession. Overcoming all my attempts to tactfully remove myself from its reach, it leaped off the wall and into my shopping cart with a mighty bound, and I was powerless beneath its influence. O noes! So, of course, once I'd bought it, there was really nothing left to do but read it--
--and the sequel--
--and the third--
--now I'm halfway through the fourth--
--and anyway, the confession is this:
I FINALLY BROKE DOWN AND READ HARRY POTTER.
*dies a horrible death*
You see, when Pottermania first swept the globe, I was eleven or so and thoroughly immersed in Tolkien, and was rather given to feeling superior and turning up my nose at those who would settle for anything as common and childish as Potter. I felt sorry for those I espied at the coffee shop with one of the amazingly numerous novels in their posession--sort of 'Haven't they got anything better to read?'--and loftily buried my nose in The Silmarillion instead. I have gone to great lengths to avoid it, refusing to allow myself even the momentary weakness of peeking inside the cover, on the grounds that nothing that so many people were mad over could possibly be any good (see: Eragon). It was a matter of principle, dammit!
But I'm a traitor to the cause. Because now I'm reading it. And, er, I like it. *shame* And I've seen the first movie (AFTER I read the book, obviously), and OMG, they are such tiny cute wizardlings. And the beginning of Movie 2 is promising. And WTF THE WEASLEYS ARE SO TOTALLY MY FAMILY, right down to the red hair1 and the hand-me-down robes. AAAAA JK ROWLING STOLE MY ANCESTRY. And Hermione is <333. And Snape is sexy as hell. So is Lucius Malfoy. And Professor McGonagall is ridiculously awesome. So is Dumbledore. So is Lupin. Especially Lupin, really. And WHY must I go and read fanfic before I've finished the damn' books, now I already know that Cedric and Dumbledore both bite it before the end of the sixth book.... *le sigh*
Anyway, the point of all this (yes, there is one!) is: Those of you who've been in on the conspiracy all along--now that I've been sucked into the black hole, what do I do next? Where's the good fanfic, the sexy icons, the clever parody films (excluding Potter Puppet Pals and Snape's Too Sexy, everyone knows about those)? Where do I buy Potter Fandom For Dummies? 'Cos, really, I'm not planning to devote too much time to this.
...she said, while putting off all her homework including her boring-but-essential geometry sheets and her actually-quite-interesting-and-extremely-vital Brit Lit project, ignoring her significant other much to their dismay, and letting her inbox pile up to towering heights....
1Although only four of ours are redheads, and, of course, I drew a short straw, unlike Nenya. *is not bitter at ALL, oh, no*
