Current mood:

tired

Abracadabra
I have been bad.
Where I should have been doing many things, perhaps a new blog entry, perhaps housework, perhaps a number of other things, I have been reading Harry Potter. Yes, I realise in doing this I am following the heard and no doubt becoming a tiresome statistic on the number of bloggers who commented on the Deathly Hallows within a month of its release, but I don’t care. I'm even sadder than that - on realising I was going to be away the weekend of the release, I pre ordered my copy in Bristol, leapt off the plane, checked in to my hotel at midnight, then pounded down the road to join the queue. Oh dear.
And I have now finished it - and it rocked (sorry Debbie). I wish I could say more, but I really don’t want to ruin it for any of you that are intending to but have not yet read it. Those criticisms that I have heard and agreed with are few, but I think the majority can be forgiven as it is, ultimately, a children's book, however dark the subject matter. It is a ripping yarn and even the last of the caricature characters were rounded out by the end. Accepting that there can never be enough details for some, I think she tied up all the loose ends, and I have no desire to take up residence outside her house and shout abuse, which I may have done if certain clichés had come to pass.
So with reality being quite horribly real at the moment (mostly to other people, but other people I care about and want to support), I have been quite happy to take a lovely week long trip into a shred fantasy.