The Harry Potter mania did not hit me that much. Never did. I enjoyed reading books 1 to 3 though. I think I just borrowed them from Bam, my college bestfriend. I watched Goblet of Fire last year with Kryzzy and I remember dozing off a few times (because I was tired).
Last Sunday, it felt a bit surreal having to bump into and sit beside hordes of people who are reading one and the same book. So I did my share of HP flipping. I read the epilogue. “All was well,” the last sentence said. Some said too many died. Some said there was clear and definite closure. I have yet to appreciate it.
My non-conversion is surprising to think that I’m too easy when it comes to buying books. Before, anything with Oprah’s Book Club seal on it, I would buy. Then what stuck the longest was collecting books of an author whose one random novel I have read. I rarely dislike novels, by the way. I have a wide respect for writers and I feel I’m being too unfair to them by saying their book sucked. I’m that nice. Anyway, I think it was only the Left Behind Series which I managed to let go of.
Anyway, add to my growing collection of untouched books, and because I want to have loose bills that time, I bought Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and In This Mountain by Jan Karon. See, I always see these two in shelves and I’ve always wondered how come people buy them (they have more than 5 “bestsellers” so I assume people do buy them). So there. I was stressed last week that I think a dose of idyllic setting and a pinch of historical romance would cheer me up. Why do you think I watch Everwood and 7th Heaven? Because I have a tiny ray of hope for humanity.
So going back to Harry Potter, I decided to try it again. Generous friends lent me books 1 through 6. After Studio 60 tonight, I’m gonna be done with Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I’ll try to look again for whatever these people are going crazy about.
Categories: Bookworm Judie