Jul 17, 2005 04:42
I just finished Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince.
And I spent the last 50 pages utterly beside myself with grief, quite literally crying as the climax came about. No bullshit, Sirius' death in Book 5 was small pickings compared to this.
And yet strangely, this is why I love literature so; real-life events don't even affect me this way, and here some author has spoken a story to me that moves completely. Praise all that gives for the power of the written word.
I am totally fucking exhausted. Goodnite <3