what, what is this? do i know? do you?
1. I am so glad I'm going away so soon. The new house is all sorts of disconcerting and strange and the neighborhood is too different. This doesn't feel like "home" at all. The houses on my street look all weird and not right. Can't stand it.
2. The brat is a fucking brat.
3. I've been rereading my Harry Potter books, and they are as good as I remember them to be. I love how our generation especially, was able to grow up with the books and Harry. I love how when we were young, Harry was young too and as each book came out, we grew up with the story. Although I don't particularly like Harry as a character, I loved the series anyways. This was a part of my childhood. Children of subsequent generations will simply be unable to understand my fondness and affection for a children's series because it was never part of their childhood. I cannot think of another series that inspires such emotions from the deep cockles of my heart.
Perhaps except Sherlock, but I do not think I love the Sherlock series, per se, it does not warm my heart. It sort of sets fire to my brain if you know what I mean, it is an altogether different feeling. What makes me want to read Sherlock x amount of times is different from why I've HP x number of times.
I am thinking I should have a rating system in which books are judged on both their cockle-ness and brain-ness. The current system of just saying, "I love that book" doesn't even begin to cover all the bases, it just puts one lone catcher in the left-most field and prays he will get lucky. If I say that I loved reading Atonement, you have no idea what I really mean. Loving Kurt Vonnegut is so very different from loving Douglas Adams
4. Look, ^ Harry Potter brings about more emotion from me than my sister ever will.
2. The brat is a fucking brat.
3. I've been rereading my Harry Potter books, and they are as good as I remember them to be. I love how our generation especially, was able to grow up with the books and Harry. I love how when we were young, Harry was young too and as each book came out, we grew up with the story. Although I don't particularly like Harry as a character, I loved the series anyways. This was a part of my childhood. Children of subsequent generations will simply be unable to understand my fondness and affection for a children's series because it was never part of their childhood. I cannot think of another series that inspires such emotions from the deep cockles of my heart.
Perhaps except Sherlock, but I do not think I love the Sherlock series, per se, it does not warm my heart. It sort of sets fire to my brain if you know what I mean, it is an altogether different feeling. What makes me want to read Sherlock x amount of times is different from why I've HP x number of times.
I am thinking I should have a rating system in which books are judged on both their cockle-ness and brain-ness. The current system of just saying, "I love that book" doesn't even begin to cover all the bases, it just puts one lone catcher in the left-most field and prays he will get lucky. If I say that I loved reading Atonement, you have no idea what I really mean. Loving Kurt Vonnegut is so very different from loving Douglas Adams
4. Look, ^ Harry Potter brings about more emotion from me than my sister ever will.