Ed confiscated all my other reading material, so I had to read the first 200 pages of HP7 last night. He was upset about the cavalier death of Hedwig. He felt Rowling had never liked the owl, and never developed the character properly. What did Hedwig want? He kept asking me over dinner. What were Hedwig's needs and desires? What did Hedwig do when she went out flying at night? Did she have friends? Who mourns Hedwig?
I told him the editors probably made Rowling kill Hedwig because it just wasn't PC to keep sticking her in Hermione's magic bag. It's not like she can turn to the reader and say "Do not burn down a house. Do not light cats on fire. Do not put your pets in a magic bag, or any other bag for that matter, not knowing when it's going to be safe to take them out again." That's not the tone she's cultivated for the last six books, and I don't think her readers will tolerate it now.
I didn't come up with the burning down a house, or th…
Yeah, I don't have the book, and I'm reading two other books with a third waiting for me at the library. Plus I may have read some spoilers. Don't worry, I'll read it, just so I can communicate with the Boy. Just not this week, I'm thinking.
But I did get sorted. Yeah, Slitherin, but it was a close thing. I got a 79 for Slitherin, but a 78 for Ravenclaw, and a 65 for Griffindor, but just a 36 for Hufflepuff.
Another book that arrived after a long wait at the library, this one was a quick read. Part of the fun of it was that it was written in first person plural, so "We did this, we did that..." It's about an ad agency that is slowly failing in Chicago after the turn of the millennium, with the last chapter happening five years later, where everybody has a sort of reunion. There were moments that were laugh-out-loud funny, to me maybe because I work in an office where people do creative work, but nothing is as creative as the work we do filling out our time sheets.
There's a woman who's in charge of all the characters, and she may or may not have cancer. The "We" all spend a huge amount of time gossiping, really getting nothing done. The worst portion of the book for me was the only chapter that was written in third-person, the chapter about Lynn Mason, she who might have cancer, at home. We needed to know what the truth was of all the gossip, but I wonder if…
Like "The Da Vinci Code" but without the lame puzzles. I found the characters much more likeable in this book. It moved along just as well for me as Da Vinci did, without insulting me, and somehow even the story seemed a little more believable.