Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Book #24 of 2011: Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix.
I am too sad right now from the end of this to say much else about it. I love Sirius and his death(-ish thing) is probably the main disappointment to me of the series. It's so fucking frustrating. Wizards are fiercely dueling each other and he falls through a curtain. A CURTAIN! TOTALLY WEAK! Sirius deserves better than that shit.
In addition to my tendency to cry upon the deaths of fictional characters, I tend to cry even more when reading the aftermath, as people deal with those deaths (Hunger Games, anyone?). So, though there are still a few chapters after Sirius' death, they are equally sad. Harry desperately hoping that Sirius will become a ghost or that the mirror (THAT HE COULD HAVE FUCKING BEEN USING TO TALK TO HIM THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE DAMN BOOK) will still work to reach him are heartbreaking. Ugh.
It's hard to read a book with tears blurring your vision while you're holding the book open with an elbow so you can read while blowing your nose.
Unfortunately, these books are not going to get any less sad as I continue through #s 6 and 7.
Random thought snippets:
Percy Weasley is still a total douchebag.
Fred and George Weasley are awesome.
Centaurs are assholes.
Don't fuck with Hermione Granger.