So Thursday I got a message from Bev, who very kindly offered to lend me her copy. (Thank You, Bev!) Then when I got home from work on Friday Ron handed me my very own brand new copy of Deathly Hallows and my wait was at end. (I was up to 64th on the waiting list when I canceled my request on Sunday.) I started reading right away, stopped briefly when we had a visitor, then read all night. I finished Chapter 36 in the car Saturday morning the instant before I went in to work, then read the epilogue on my break around 11am. I have since re-read it most of the way through a second time.
I have nothing but good to say about Harry Potter. It has been such a pleasure these past six years to watch these kids grow up, and as I began reading I found myself thinking that Ms. Rowling has likewise really grown as a writer over the course of these seven books. I thought that the wedding scene early in the novel (where the evil old society biddy gossips savagely to horrified listeners too polite to stop her) was worthy of Jane Austen. (Ron gave me a very dirty look when I said that.)
I did not find that any of the spoiler information detracted from the experience in the least. When it was finished the outcome felt very much inevitable and could not have been otherwise. I found the story very emotionally gripping and admit that I cried at several points. And when it was over felt an enormous catharsis. Bravo. And now that I have recovered from HP fever, I hope to get back to reading other things and blogging about them regularly.
We had three people out sick today and it was an especially busy and hectic Monday at the library. I worked my ass off and will be happy to be off tomorrow and Wednesday. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow afternoon and got a confirmation from Group Health of my doctor assignment and will be able to make a doctor appointment tomorrow. Even when it’s a rough day, I love this job and am so thrilled to have insurance and benefits again.
Years ago when I was living in Boston, I was in a book store with my friend Billie and she handed me a copy of Boy’s Life and strongly encouraged me to buy it. I did and I loved it. It’s a coming of age tale set in rural Alabama. It is beautifully written and a wonderful read. I’ve no idea whatever became of that copy I bought all those years ago in Boston, but while shelving in fiction this afternoon I came across this book and knew I would have to check it out and re-read it. So I brought it home and added it to the stack and look forward to returning soon to Zephyr, Alabama and the life of young Cory Mackenson. And find myself wondering tonight how Billie is doing these days and if anyone has heard from her lately.
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