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P.S. Happy birthday, Daniel Radcliffe!
Jul. 23rd, 2007 02:45 pmI think I've figured out why, even though I'd like to chat about Deathly Hallows to people, I don't really know what to say beyond gushes of emotion & squeals of horror and glee: it's over. See, for every book before this, there were clues left unexplained, strings left untied, plots left to be discovered--so there were a million things to talk about, to predict, to argue over whether this or that would happen or not. For this one, there's no chance of that; it's done; we don't get to wonder what will happen next, because we know. (For that matter, ( spoiler alert )) This doesn't mean I don't want to talk about it, because I do, & I will, gladly; just that I don't really know what to say.
( I've got a few things to note down though...spoilers, of course. )
Although, these comments are spoiler zone--so don't look if you don't want to get spoiled. Those who have read it, feel free to blather away with impunity.
My weekend was good, & not just because of Harry. I did box office for Hitchhiker's on Saturday, which was enjoyable, getting to hang out with the kids & Anna & be useful & eat lots of sugar, & doing the raffle in the evening. I'm fairly convinced that if I'd lived anywhere near a circus I would have been raised as a carnival barker, because I really enjoy walking about with a top hat yelling "one dollar! one dollar for a raffle ticket! onnnne dollar!" Except I end up pronouncing it "dollah."
Sunday I lolled & slept & did a little cleaning, & went to Anna's for tea. We ate an obscene amount of cucumber sandwiches, cookies, crumpets and peaches, & had very good Chinese tea. We chatted about Harry & about college & studying abroad; on Saturday we had good conversations about school, & how you can dive in or fall in, & how we wanted to go back & change things, & how it felt like an itchy first draft that isn't bad, but could be better with revision. All of those thoughts probably deserve their own, thought-out journal entry, but they're not getting them now. I have to go argue with MS Publisher now.
( I've got a few things to note down though...spoilers, of course. )
Although, these comments are spoiler zone--so don't look if you don't want to get spoiled. Those who have read it, feel free to blather away with impunity.
My weekend was good, & not just because of Harry. I did box office for Hitchhiker's on Saturday, which was enjoyable, getting to hang out with the kids & Anna & be useful & eat lots of sugar, & doing the raffle in the evening. I'm fairly convinced that if I'd lived anywhere near a circus I would have been raised as a carnival barker, because I really enjoy walking about with a top hat yelling "one dollar! one dollar for a raffle ticket! onnnne dollar!" Except I end up pronouncing it "dollah."
Sunday I lolled & slept & did a little cleaning, & went to Anna's for tea. We ate an obscene amount of cucumber sandwiches, cookies, crumpets and peaches, & had very good Chinese tea. We chatted about Harry & about college & studying abroad; on Saturday we had good conversations about school, & how you can dive in or fall in, & how we wanted to go back & change things, & how it felt like an itchy first draft that isn't bad, but could be better with revision. All of those thoughts probably deserve their own, thought-out journal entry, but they're not getting them now. I have to go argue with MS Publisher now.
