Six down, one to go...
Well, it's been four months... How's that for monthly updates?
I guess I just needed to vent my feelings.
Let me explain. Just a few weeks before xmas, a few days after the last Harry Potter movie was released in my country, I decided that, though I had not enjoyed the first movie, though plenty of people I couldn't stand had advised me to read the books (not all of the people who recommended the books to me were complete idiots, just plenty to make me reject the idea) and while I had no real interest in it, I would watch the second movie. I was bored. But I found that I loved it... truly loved it. So I went and watch the third two days later. It was ok, cheesy ending, but I liked it enough to pay my ticket to see the fourth one the following week. I totally and absolutely hated the fourth movie. I was physically affected by it and totally pissed off to have spent so much money in such an utter piece of cinematic crap. It wasn't, however, AFTER I had seen it that I became curious about the books.
There had been something about the second movie, you see?, that made me suspect the reason the fourth movie sucked as badly as it did had nothing to do with the books. So I read the first. Took me a bit over two days. I loved it but, hey, nothing special, right? I went and bought the second book the day after I'd finished the first. Read it in two days again and was getting the third book for xmas, which I read in one sitting on the 26th. Next day I went and bought the fourth (god bless xmas bonuses) and, without even having started it, borrowed the fifth. If you spotted a pattern you might have guessed I read the fourth in two days. Went away on holiday, couldn't get my hands on the sixth book for two weeks and I was supposed to be enjoying one of the most beautiful places the world has to offer (no sarcasm here, I have the vague memory of catching a glimpse of a glacier and the eternally snowed peaks of the mountains between chapters ten and eleven), so I took it easy. I read it in three.
I'm already reading the sixth book, but that is not the point of my post. I mean, yeah, there is a point to this ranting. Maybe it is the overdose of Harry Potter, I don't know. The thing is I am mourning a character harder than I mourned my grandmother two years ago. We weren't that close, mind you, and I did have the same feeling when my dog died last year. No pun intended. I am actually sad.... for real. I don't know what's wrong with me. I hate and blame everyone from J.K. Rowling (not enough to wish her any harm before book 7 is released... ehem, yeah) to Harry, to Dumbledore, to Fudge, and in one bizarre instance, Lupin. I need someone to talk about it, even if its a casual conversation, in which I'll pretend to joke about it and appear normal, but my sister hasn't finished the book yet and I think if I tell this to someone in person (you know, like you, lyn?) I'll be a laughing stock. I'm 25! I shouldn't be CRYING over a FICTIONAL character!!! Anyway, it seeped through a conversation at work yesterday, and a clinically diagnosed bipolar said I was crazy. Imagine that.
If anyone has gotten this far through the post, I'm sorry, heh heh. I'll try to keep my deranged, obsessive personality in check next time.
I guess I just needed to vent my feelings.
Let me explain. Just a few weeks before xmas, a few days after the last Harry Potter movie was released in my country, I decided that, though I had not enjoyed the first movie, though plenty of people I couldn't stand had advised me to read the books (not all of the people who recommended the books to me were complete idiots, just plenty to make me reject the idea) and while I had no real interest in it, I would watch the second movie. I was bored. But I found that I loved it... truly loved it. So I went and watch the third two days later. It was ok, cheesy ending, but I liked it enough to pay my ticket to see the fourth one the following week. I totally and absolutely hated the fourth movie. I was physically affected by it and totally pissed off to have spent so much money in such an utter piece of cinematic crap. It wasn't, however, AFTER I had seen it that I became curious about the books.
There had been something about the second movie, you see?, that made me suspect the reason the fourth movie sucked as badly as it did had nothing to do with the books. So I read the first. Took me a bit over two days. I loved it but, hey, nothing special, right? I went and bought the second book the day after I'd finished the first. Read it in two days again and was getting the third book for xmas, which I read in one sitting on the 26th. Next day I went and bought the fourth (god bless xmas bonuses) and, without even having started it, borrowed the fifth. If you spotted a pattern you might have guessed I read the fourth in two days. Went away on holiday, couldn't get my hands on the sixth book for two weeks and I was supposed to be enjoying one of the most beautiful places the world has to offer (no sarcasm here, I have the vague memory of catching a glimpse of a glacier and the eternally snowed peaks of the mountains between chapters ten and eleven), so I took it easy. I read it in three.
I'm already reading the sixth book, but that is not the point of my post. I mean, yeah, there is a point to this ranting. Maybe it is the overdose of Harry Potter, I don't know. The thing is I am mourning a character harder than I mourned my grandmother two years ago. We weren't that close, mind you, and I did have the same feeling when my dog died last year. No pun intended. I am actually sad.... for real. I don't know what's wrong with me. I hate and blame everyone from J.K. Rowling (not enough to wish her any harm before book 7 is released... ehem, yeah) to Harry, to Dumbledore, to Fudge, and in one bizarre instance, Lupin. I need someone to talk about it, even if its a casual conversation, in which I'll pretend to joke about it and appear normal, but my sister hasn't finished the book yet and I think if I tell this to someone in person (you know, like you, lyn?) I'll be a laughing stock. I'm 25! I shouldn't be CRYING over a FICTIONAL character!!! Anyway, it seeped through a conversation at work yesterday, and a clinically diagnosed bipolar said I was crazy. Imagine that.
If anyone has gotten this far through the post, I'm sorry, heh heh. I'll try to keep my deranged, obsessive personality in check next time.