Your melancholy, it is spreading...perididdleAugust 31 2010, 17:35:25 UTC
I won't lie, this post made me very melancholy. I may have gotten misty-eyed. But don't let anyone know that.
I stopped reading after Book 6 - I finished it in the hopes that 7 would redeem it, and I just couldn't bring myself to do finish it after it was released. I was encased in a bitterness from getting way too caught up in the whole relationship mess that I let it dictate how I felt about JKR and the books. To a degree it still does, but when I look at the books that I stayed up until midnight for and devoured countless times, I realize I was way too lost in one tiny part. One day I will pick up Sorcerer's Stone and polish off the series at it should be done, all in an extended go so I can pick up on the bits and pieces that actually stuck and made sense, and just gloss over the parts I blew into something way too big back then.
It's weird to go through the bookstore and see books by Cassandra Claire, and stand there with bug eyes and wonder exactly how long it has been that such a thing could happen. I was only a wee little thing whenever I dove into the fandom pre-Book 4, and it fostered me until I found other things to suit my interests too. The lead up to Book 7, for all the bitching and worrying I did, was one of the most fun times I've had on the internet. Long drawn-out jokes, theories abound, deep discussions, silly friends to be made. To realize that most of those things are now quiet memories breaks my heart.
I feel like I've moved onto new fandoms to pour my passion into - Doctor Who, specifically - but there's really nothing that will top the universe that first made you go, "I love this so much, I have to write a story about it." Just nothing better than that.
I stopped reading after Book 6 - I finished it in the hopes that 7 would redeem it, and I just couldn't bring myself to do finish it after it was released. I was encased in a bitterness from getting way too caught up in the whole relationship mess that I let it dictate how I felt about JKR and the books. To a degree it still does, but when I look at the books that I stayed up until midnight for and devoured countless times, I realize I was way too lost in one tiny part. One day I will pick up Sorcerer's Stone and polish off the series at it should be done, all in an extended go so I can pick up on the bits and pieces that actually stuck and made sense, and just gloss over the parts I blew into something way too big back then.
It's weird to go through the bookstore and see books by Cassandra Claire, and stand there with bug eyes and wonder exactly how long it has been that such a thing could happen. I was only a wee little thing whenever I dove into the fandom pre-Book 4, and it fostered me until I found other things to suit my interests too. The lead up to Book 7, for all the bitching and worrying I did, was one of the most fun times I've had on the internet. Long drawn-out jokes, theories abound, deep discussions, silly friends to be made. To realize that most of those things are now quiet memories breaks my heart.
I feel like I've moved onto new fandoms to pour my passion into - Doctor Who, specifically - but there's really nothing that will top the universe that first made you go, "I love this so much, I have to write a story about it." Just nothing better than that.
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