Viva Viagra! (Spoiler Alert)
Before the title scares anyone and before I address HP7 properly, I must explain. Ladies and gentlemen, a new low. Here I am, half studying, half watching poker when a commercial comes on that catches my ear ("'ear 'ear!"). It's actually a decent sounding rendition of Viva Las Vegas, or so I believe. I'm thinking, "Poker = Vegas", surely this is some sort of shameless plug for wasting your life away in the world capital of tack. A little surprising, though, it's acoustic. Bunch of guys sitting around singing Elvis with big smiles on their faces. No one naked. No one drunk. No one looking guilty. Perplexing. Then, lo and behold, they belt out (with feeling), "Vivaaaa Viagra!"
After I force the carrot juice from my windpipe, I wildly run through the house screaming for my mother. You can only imagine.
On to more important things.
I'm in mourning. I even wore black today. That was accidental, true, yet no less appropriate. Two things have me upset: First, Harry Potter is over. I know she might write an encyclopedia and all, but it's not the same. There are no new adventures to take part in. No surpises to look forward to. I feel like I did when I finished all the Anne of Green Gables books. My one comfort is that now I can look on the whole series as old friends. Never to be met again but remembered like looking at photographs and reliving old times. There's a beauty in that, but it still gives me a pang. I make no bones about being a dork.
Secondly, and most importantly. I sooo wish I had been wrong. My thought was, taking a Weasley twin made the most sense. Not only that, I can't remember if I mentioned it before or not, but Fred has always been the slightly dominant one and consequently my favorite. I said little prayers full of doubt. Please not the twins. If you have to, then take both. If you must take one take George. But noooooo. I had really hoped that George's lost ear would put them out of danger, but alas.
Dobby's death hurt and all, surprisingly so, but I've always been particularly fond of Fred and Neville. Snape's death made perfect sense. What did he have to live for? His was always a lonely existence, especially after killing Dumbledore, the only one who really knew him, he was completely alone. Even being vindicated at the end I don't think would have left him able to mingle in society anymore. His purpose was gone. He'd done what he set out to do. It's not like he had friends, family, not like he particularly enjoyed teaching. But poor man. At least Harry understood him in the end.
But why, Fred, WHY????
Even so, I love J.K. Rowling. She's one of my heroes. I love how she threw those Bible verses in there too. (I'm giving a rock 'n roll gesture here, not that you can see it). The book was great. Even better the second time around (I only reread 90%!). GOF's still my favorite, but I didn't expect anything to change that. There's a limit to how much you can enjoy something when you know it's the end, at least for me. Still, that didn't stop me from jumping up and running around the room a few, four, five times.
Now, I'm going to sit here and wait for someone else's genius to spark my imagination. Yup. Right here. I'm not moving.
After I force the carrot juice from my windpipe, I wildly run through the house screaming for my mother. You can only imagine.
On to more important things.
I'm in mourning. I even wore black today. That was accidental, true, yet no less appropriate. Two things have me upset: First, Harry Potter is over. I know she might write an encyclopedia and all, but it's not the same. There are no new adventures to take part in. No surpises to look forward to. I feel like I did when I finished all the Anne of Green Gables books. My one comfort is that now I can look on the whole series as old friends. Never to be met again but remembered like looking at photographs and reliving old times. There's a beauty in that, but it still gives me a pang. I make no bones about being a dork.
Secondly, and most importantly. I sooo wish I had been wrong. My thought was, taking a Weasley twin made the most sense. Not only that, I can't remember if I mentioned it before or not, but Fred has always been the slightly dominant one and consequently my favorite. I said little prayers full of doubt. Please not the twins. If you have to, then take both. If you must take one take George. But noooooo. I had really hoped that George's lost ear would put them out of danger, but alas.
Dobby's death hurt and all, surprisingly so, but I've always been particularly fond of Fred and Neville. Snape's death made perfect sense. What did he have to live for? His was always a lonely existence, especially after killing Dumbledore, the only one who really knew him, he was completely alone. Even being vindicated at the end I don't think would have left him able to mingle in society anymore. His purpose was gone. He'd done what he set out to do. It's not like he had friends, family, not like he particularly enjoyed teaching. But poor man. At least Harry understood him in the end.
But why, Fred, WHY????
Even so, I love J.K. Rowling. She's one of my heroes. I love how she threw those Bible verses in there too. (I'm giving a rock 'n roll gesture here, not that you can see it). The book was great. Even better the second time around (I only reread 90%!). GOF's still my favorite, but I didn't expect anything to change that. There's a limit to how much you can enjoy something when you know it's the end, at least for me. Still, that didn't stop me from jumping up and running around the room a few, four, five times.
Now, I'm going to sit here and wait for someone else's genius to spark my imagination. Yup. Right here. I'm not moving.