Deathly Hallows nobility
The Book resides in my house for 48 hours now. I know how it ends (fanfic clichés are just so ... well, cliché). I know how it begins (brilliant Snape in the first paragraph - cannot please more). But I still don't have the full story in between (in the middle of The Wandmaker, currently). What a struggle. Perfect little Chinese torture.
We were planning to have a little private reading weekend with saschia over one book, talking about things in there as we read. It did not work that way. My husband is outraged if I bury myself in a book - a Harry Potter no less! Such nonsense! If it were something better to occupy myself at least! Like work, or something reasonable. OK, so we had my brother's family visiting over for the weekend too, and just last week I have returned from a 1.5-month working spree abroad without my family there, so I don't really regret that I have spent time with my loved ones in real life instead of the loved ones in the Potterverse. But today? He volunteered to take care of the children! Why did he get so upset when I sent my son with his plea for a snack to him and kept on reading in my bed? Sometimes being married to Snape is hard. As hard as finding The Book lying next to fast sleeping saschia with just one bookmark in it. Mine. She knows. She has finished the book at night. And I'm at work now. Working? No. Thinking about that devious goblin interrogation that I had to slam shut in the middle of a sentence.
I want to talk to saschia! I want to finish Deathly Hallows and talk to her! And she will leave tonight, and I won't have it finished!
Pain...
We were planning to have a little private reading weekend with saschia over one book, talking about things in there as we read. It did not work that way. My husband is outraged if I bury myself in a book - a Harry Potter no less! Such nonsense! If it were something better to occupy myself at least! Like work, or something reasonable. OK, so we had my brother's family visiting over for the weekend too, and just last week I have returned from a 1.5-month working spree abroad without my family there, so I don't really regret that I have spent time with my loved ones in real life instead of the loved ones in the Potterverse. But today? He volunteered to take care of the children! Why did he get so upset when I sent my son with his plea for a snack to him and kept on reading in my bed? Sometimes being married to Snape is hard. As hard as finding The Book lying next to fast sleeping saschia with just one bookmark in it. Mine. She knows. She has finished the book at night. And I'm at work now. Working? No. Thinking about that devious goblin interrogation that I had to slam shut in the middle of a sentence.
I want to talk to saschia! I want to finish Deathly Hallows and talk to her! And she will leave tonight, and I won't have it finished!
Pain...