People who know me are aware of that fact but I surprise myself now and then.
Btw, actually two people who I know independently of one another, learned they both know me because one of them mentioned Harry Potter in passing. So, there you have it. 🙂
But what I want to discuss today is actually something else. I re-read the series for the umpteenth time 2 days ago. And when I say umpteenth, it means more than 10.
This time around I found new funny moments, realized that Charlie Weasley actually never appears in the movies even though I’d say he plays a big enough role in the books to merit one. I was amazed I never wondered what happened to Harry Potter’s grandparents (none of them seem to be alive).
Those were just some of the things going through my head while reading this time (I’ve also been figuring out many twists in the book which I previously ignored).
But the thing that makes me think I’m a bit freakish when it comes to HP is the fact that each time I finish it, I want to start over. Straight away.
And it ruins books for me for a while. I want to start reading something new but nothing I pick up just seems to be as good and reading-wise fulfilling as HP.
It will pass with time (it always does) and I seem to have found a book to tide me over in the meantime (P. Briggs: Frost Burned).