And we’re back after the excitement that SOME of us enjoyed
at BEA, and the excitement that the REST of us shared in the privacy of our own
homes, far away from the City that Smells Like the Subway. And despite two
whole weeks between posts, I still couldn’t bring myself to read this week’s
chapters until last night because every time I cracked this book open and saw Xenophilius's name, it made me want to
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| I KNOW he just loves his daughter. SIGH. |
And then I cried - before I even started reading whoamIevenanymore - because despite all of our declarations
about how fun this readalong would be
and how much we were looking forward
to the nostalgia of yesteryear and getting our veritable Hogwarts letters in January, it turns out this readalong is really all about
crying ahead of time now that we are older and wiser and know what’s going to happen.
But before we get into that, let’s take a moment to make fun
of Megs, who chastised us last week for moaning about how the camping, it is so
long, and yet it only lasted a little while! Well, it DID, in last week’s
chapters. But then they camp some more, for LO!, these MANY MONTHS, because Ron
comes back around New Years and then suddenly it is MARCH. There is a point at
which “camping” becomes “just living in the woods,” and you have crossed that
point, Miss Jo. These kids have been out in the elements since school started
in September!
That is a long-ass time to be sleeping in a tent, you guys.
Then Dobby shows up in the cellar and I started sniffling a
little even though he kind of makes me crazy in the entire rest of the series.
And then stupid BELLATRIX and her desire for Lord Voldemort’s wand, if you know
what I’m saying – which I know you do
because we’re all dirty birds over here – with her stupid knife and at this
point I’ve forgotten whose actual wand is whose, but apparently Harry has a
pocketful of them (and his homies do too).
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| Laid back. |
Harry digs the grave himself and it's very contemplative and at one moment he thinks, "am I meant to know but not to seek?" and that is some mythic hero shit right there. And then he carves the letters into Dobby's headstone (it goes over where his head goes, get it??) and I think, oh, that's where those little wrinkly stains on this page came from. They are the ghosts of tears from 2007.
They bungle the stealing-from-Gringott's thing beautifully, don't they? And the apparate to Hogsmeade like idiots. It's almost like they're teenagers. Then there's Aberforth, at whom we have been sniggering this whole time and he turns out to have a secret pain and UGH that is just the worst way to make me feel guilty, JK.
The whose-wand-is-whose thing is always a little weird to me – I mean, if your wand is made of birch and mine is black walnut, then obviously I’m not going to mistake yours for mine. But would I mistake yours for someone else’s light-colored wand? Probably, because who pays that much attention to someone else's wand? And speaking of wands, I’m pretty sure I’d study wandlore if I were a witch. It’s so hazy and mysterious and somehow scholarly but also it would appeal to my inner Goth, who EXISTS, dammit! I was cool in the 90’s!
They bungle the stealing-from-Gringott's thing beautifully, don't they? And the apparate to Hogsmeade like idiots. It's almost like they're teenagers. Then there's Aberforth, at whom we have been sniggering this whole time and he turns out to have a secret pain and UGH that is just the worst way to make me feel guilty, JK.
The whose-wand-is-whose thing is always a little weird to me – I mean, if your wand is made of birch and mine is black walnut, then obviously I’m not going to mistake yours for mine. But would I mistake yours for someone else’s light-colored wand? Probably, because who pays that much attention to someone else's wand? And speaking of wands, I’m pretty sure I’d study wandlore if I were a witch. It’s so hazy and mysterious and somehow scholarly but also it would appeal to my inner Goth, who EXISTS, dammit! I was cool in the 90’s!
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| I was not cool in the 90's. |
