Sunday, July 22, 2007

I know the secret of the Deathly Hallows and I'm not telling.

Today, I read Harry Potter and the Death Hallows from beginning to end. I started around 1 am, fell asleep at three, woke up - read. Took a shower - read - and by 7:30 p.m. I knew the fate of You-know-who, countless Death Eaters, Muggles, centaurs, goblins, snakes, werewolves, Ministry of Magic whosie-whatsits, owls, house-elves, Harry Potter and all his little friends.

Not that I'm going to tell you lot.

When I finally ventured out into the universe (otherwise known as the grocery store) I felt a lot like I did after finally having sexy-time for the first time. Like I knew something both wonderful and ordinary - something that was completely mine, but totally familiar to everyone else. In that way - in the way that connects us all to both the magical and the ordinary - the Harry Potter books are a lot like getting it on.

Or something. I'm out of it, what do you expect, I've been reading all day.


Jimi said...

Finally having sexy time. Nice.

So does Harry get laid in this book? That's all I want to know.

Tracy said...

He kind of does, actually.