I have a confession to make.*
I've never read an entire Harry Potter book. Not one. Not past page 72 anyway. I've tried, Lord knows I've tried to get on the HP train, even tried to jump onto the caboose one time as it passed me by, but to no avail. HP has invaded our house - J has read every book multiple times and is waiting like the rest of the world for July 21st at 12:01am, but for me it's just, eh.
Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate JK's writing and the brilliance of the plots. I can stand in awe of all she has accomplished but the sad fact is that I don't now, didn't then and most likely won't in the future like Fantasy. I get a little melancholy when the HP hype starts and it gets worse as the release date draws near. Everyone on the writer's boards is all excited, making sure that they get their copy at one minute past the stroke of midnight.
I want to participate, I really do, but it's a little like being allergic to chocolate on the Ghirardelli factory tour. You can see it and you can smell it, but if you can't taste it, there's no point.
On this date: In 1979, Sid Vicious was found dead of a heroin overdose.
*Those of you who read The Edge of the Forest have heard this all before. Sorry.
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I HIGHLY suggest you listen to HP, Cyn. Especially the U.S. version, recorded by Jim Dale. The first book is very slow for the first 100 pages or so. I remember reading it aloud to my then 6 year old and thinking what's the big deal? But then it really takes off!
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