Rainy Days…
A good book, a cozy blanket, and maybe a cat, if I had one. That’s the perfect rainy day, or rather one of the perfect rainy days. On this day, I would be absorbed in action, dialogue, or conflict of a new novel, or maybe and old favorite. I don’t need music, because the rain on the roof creates its own ambiance. I lose myself in moments created by words, constantly being woven together in my head. I cry, laugh for others to hear, and even throw the book down in frustration, only to pick it back up 15 minutes later. I think it was a rainy day when I read the last Harry Potter. I almost couldn’t finish the book. When the Weasley twin died I think my heart broke into several pieces. I wanted so badly to keep reading, but my vision was blurred by salty tears. I was desperate to see, yes see, in my head, Harry face Voldemort because I knew good would triumph over evil., but I was nervous. I had to retain my urge to flip through the book and read just one line on the last page. Just to make sure, to ease the palpitations of my heart. But I didn’t. I did however throw the book down when I thought Voldemort had won, only to pick it up one minute later instead of the usual fifteen. My heart swelled out of my chest when I finally finished the book. Thank you Harry…and J.K. Rowling I guess, even though I’ve never met you and I have met Harry.
A good book, a cozy blanket, and maybe a cat, if I had one. That’s the perfect rainy day, or rather one of the perfect rainy days. On this day, I would be absorbed in action, dialogue, or conflict of a new novel, or maybe and old favorite. I don’t need music, because the rain on the roof creates its own ambiance. I lose myself in moments created by words, constantly being woven together in my head. I cry, laugh for others to hear, and even throw the book down in frustration, only to pick it back up 15 minutes later. I think it was a rainy day when I read the last Harry Potter. I almost couldn’t finish the book. When the Weasley twin died I think my heart broke into several pieces. I wanted so badly to keep reading, but my vision was blurred by salty tears. I was desperate to see, yes see, in my head, Harry face Voldemort because I knew good would triumph over evil., but I was nervous. I had to retain my urge to flip through the book and read just one line on the last page. Just to make sure, to ease the palpitations of my heart. But I didn’t. I did however throw the book down when I thought Voldemort had won, only to pick it up one minute later instead of the usual fifteen. My heart swelled out of my chest when I finally finished the book. Thank you Harry…and J.K. Rowling I guess, even though I’ve never met you and I have met Harry.
posted by nsmith at
9:07 PM
4 Comments:
This is really well written. I am not that articulate at 8:30 in the morning! I totally understand your feelings of frustration reading Harry Potter. I read book 7 over the course of a few days at work last summer. No one tore me away from it. There are so many heart wrenching parts. I know the movie(s) will never do the book justice.
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Heidi, at 10:37 PM
Okay, I guess I'll have to read the Harry Potter books. Maybe I'll check them out from the public library as soon as the ISI ends. That will be the start of my beach reading.
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Donna Sewell, at 10:51 PM
Sorry to write two responses, but I think there's a poem in here.
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Donna Sewell, at 10:52 PM
Nice post. I think what also keeps you reading is that you know more is to come. In our schemas for children's novels, good always wins. When you thought Voldemort won, you were frustrated, but in the back of your head, you realized there was more to the book. You knew he couldn't just win.
I like how you portray your frustration--slamming the book down, picking it up a few mintues later, trying not to jump to the end... I've felt like that before. I'm terrible with murder mysteries because I just can't stand not knowing.
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Darcy, at 9:05 AM
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