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Yesterday would have been my grandfather's 79th birthday. Happy Birthday, Fahd!
Have been fighting with technology all weekend and into the week. Hardware stopped working, internet stopped working, someone else's hardware needed upgrading. I'm like the Holy Knight of Tech, armed with a Leatherman and a set of nice Black and Decker screwdrivers. Have at thee, evil broken-ness! Feel the weight of my phillips-head, cowardly-thumbscrew-that-will-not-yield!
So I finished HP4 last night for the second time. Vénië was rambling about Nazis and I guess that HP really is just a big metaphor for Nazis. Voldemort being Hitler or some such. Regardless of the tie-in, which I never noticed, *headdesk* her rambling about Nazis upset me. Not through any intent or cruelty. I was in an odd mood because of the book, and the way it ended. The urgency of the characters at the end of the book is not something I'm used to seeing in a "happy childrens' book". The resolution at the end is too abrupt, it's like a simple discontinuity. There's no way to plot a curve to it, it's almost a digital step. I can't have that in my HP. I need a gradual down-coming. Still having nervousness and a sense of my own urgency for the characters is not something I like. Pooh on JK for that, but I'm sure she was under orders from the publishing company.
Reading it all again has caused me to actually like the series far more than I did, and realize the third movie is a piece of trash. Yes, trash. However, it was nowhere near as inaccurate as Jackson's Beautiful Butchery. The Third HP movie added on some things that simply weren't there, was unclear about others and entirely left some things out.
I need the fifth book so I can continue my fix. I've reverted to LOTR for now, and realize that it's almost a cozy thing to read. Something to cuddle up with and block out the world.
Have been fighting with technology all weekend and into the week. Hardware stopped working, internet stopped working, someone else's hardware needed upgrading. I'm like the Holy Knight of Tech, armed with a Leatherman and a set of nice Black and Decker screwdrivers. Have at thee, evil broken-ness! Feel the weight of my phillips-head, cowardly-thumbscrew-that-will-not-yield!
So I finished HP4 last night for the second time. Vénië was rambling about Nazis and I guess that HP really is just a big metaphor for Nazis. Voldemort being Hitler or some such. Regardless of the tie-in, which I never noticed, *headdesk* her rambling about Nazis upset me. Not through any intent or cruelty. I was in an odd mood because of the book, and the way it ended. The urgency of the characters at the end of the book is not something I'm used to seeing in a "happy childrens' book". The resolution at the end is too abrupt, it's like a simple discontinuity. There's no way to plot a curve to it, it's almost a digital step. I can't have that in my HP. I need a gradual down-coming. Still having nervousness and a sense of my own urgency for the characters is not something I like. Pooh on JK for that, but I'm sure she was under orders from the publishing company.
Reading it all again has caused me to actually like the series far more than I did, and realize the third movie is a piece of trash. Yes, trash. However, it was nowhere near as inaccurate as Jackson's Beautiful Butchery. The Third HP movie added on some things that simply weren't there, was unclear about others and entirely left some things out.
I need the fifth book so I can continue my fix. I've reverted to LOTR for now, and realize that it's almost a cozy thing to read. Something to cuddle up with and block out the world.