My fifth book is finished and January still has days left in it. Aww yeah!
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
J.K. Rowling
Three Harry Potter books finished! For those of you just joining me, I've seen all of the movies and my ex-wife is such a big fan of the series she might as well hang a diploma from Hogwart's on her wall. What I'm trying to say is that, even though I've never read the series, I'm no Squib. I know what's up.
HPatPoA kept me on the edge of my seat more than the other two books. Sure, during the first two I was anticipating reading the scenes I enjoyed in the films, but this one really took it to a new level. The stuff about Buckbeak and the Time-Turner kept me flipping e-pages, hungrily reading for more.
In a recent conversation with a Potterhead who is reasonably younger than I am, I stated that I'm sorry I hadn't been able to grow up with Harry Potter the way so many did. I do recall reading certain books with friends and family (some of which I intend to reread later this year), but I'm not sure it reached the fever-pitch that Harry Potter fans are familiar with. So instead of growing up with these novels, I find myself a little older, stepping into a new world (not entirely unlike Harry when he first arrives at Hogwart's).
Once I finish reading all seven novels I'll have to take a weekend to marathon the films. I haven't done that since the divorce, and I feel that such lofty film marathons deserve to be repeated yearly.
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MAC III
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