Last night we stayed up all night til like half past 6 in the morning reading and finishing the final chapters of the deathly hallows.I cried as I read out the deaths of dobby, Fred and lupin. He gasped and jumped and tensed himself all through the battle of Hogwarts. We both had to take a little break after Harry saw Snapes memories in the pensieve. For emotional sanity.
We both feel drained and a little empty today.
I cannot pretend that it is particularly saddening for me.
The little reading sessions in bed, in fleeting half an hour gaps before we had to dash off to work, were so incredibly wonderful.
I got to share one of the things most precious to me and see someone begin to share my passion.
We will need to find something to fill this hole, I think…
We finished reading Half Blood Prince.
WHen snape killed Dumbledore, the boyfriend actually gasped and looked at me with huge eyes filled with fear.
When the Phoenix lament was echoing over the Hogwarts grounds, I choked up and struggled to read aloud and the boyfriend was shivering and on the verge of tears.
He is now utterly, utterly devastated. He looks totally lost.
We’re about to start the last one now.
Lord, I’m not sure we’ll be able to handle it when we finish it…
'The Other Minister' got read so hard. It was amazing.
And now we’re off on this journey too! I’m so excited. Possibly TOO excited. BUT I DON’T EVEN CARE!!!! WHEEEY!
can we just take a moment to imagine little cute six-year-old hermione reading matilda
and peering into this book about a smart, bookish girl who could move things with her mind
and then can you imagine her concentrating very hard on the books on the bookshelf and slowly, slowly, getting them to move
OH MY GOD
This shit just got meta.
The mr and I finished reading chamber of secrets last night.
He’s going away today, for 6 days and I’m itching to get in the first chapter of Azkaban before he does…