Hardcover Monday – A Good Quiet Book

No, that’s not the title of a book. Or, it might be, but I’m not talking about a specific book right now.

I’ve found that I’ve been wanting to read so many big books and critically acclaimed books and popular books, that they’re all getting clumped together and in result I’m not wanting to read any of them. Except the Harry Potter books. It’s a dark day the day I’m not in the mood for the Harry Potter books.

Honestly, I’m in the mood for something quiet right now. I know I’ve signed up for all of these things with bookclubs and what not, but I’ll just have to catch up, and maybe give up a couple of them.

Anyway, I’m not quiet sure what quiet book I want to read right now. Certainly not anything super acclaimed, and not anything too out there. Just something quiet and short. I’ll be on the hunt.

P.S. My posts are getting shorter because I’m gearing up for Camp NaNoWriMo. Most of my writing energy is going towards the outline, so I don’t have much else to say when I finally make it here. I’m determined not to disappear, though!

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Hardcover Monday – Harry Potter Again

I spent the weekend doing my read-a-thon with Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I don’t mind long books, but I remember when this book came out when I was a kid and being totally mind blown at the jump in length between the third and fourth books. And they just kept getting longer. Not that it was ever a bad thing with the Harry Potter books. Anyone reading them just wanted more and more. I know I did.

I’ve got so many books on my plate right now, though, and they’re all big books. Infinite Jest, Anna Karenina, this book, a couple of others… I need to stop signing up to read books with my book clubs. I’m getting so behind. It’s really overwhelming. I think I’m going to have to go through the books I’ve signed up for and just choose one, because there’s no way I can do them all.

This is such a book lover’s problem.

Hardcover Monday – Harry Potter

I actually own half the series in paperback and the other half in hardcover, so yeah.

A few weeks ago (or something like that, I’ve been having a hard time keeping track of the passing of time), I realized that while I grew up with the Harry Potter books, I never read them all in order, like one right after the other. I just read them as I bought them from the store, or as my parents bought them from the store for me, rather. They’ve remained faithfully on my bookshelf through the years, though, while other have been put in storage under my bed or in the attic or closet or anywhere else that isn’t really on display.

Wow, I need to get some new bookcases…

Anyway, I was looking at them, and decided to go ahead and read them all again, in order, one after the other (or mostly, a couple of books for book clubs have gotten in the way).

It’s like reliving pieces of my childhood. The nostalgia is real, guys. And I’m only on the third book.

I don’t really know what I can say about Harry Potter that people don’t already know, so let me tell you a story. Well, actually, two stories, both of which happened on the same day.

A friend of mine and I took a trip to Universal last year (the one in Orlando), and Harry Potter World was basically our top stop. The second you enter it, though, you’re surrounded by fanatics and stupid people. It’s pretty much an either or, as long as you’re not counting the actual park workers. We were walking over the bridge you can see the castle from when we overheard some girl ask in all seriousness, “So, that’s where they filmed the films?” Yes, they filmed the entire thing in Florida.

Later that day, after taking the Hogwarts Express to the other park where Diagon Alley is located, we were walking by the houses from the fifth book, the ones where Order of the Phoenix is hidden. The was this woman absolutely excited to take a picture on the stoop of the Order of Phoenix house, and she was not shy to let anyone walking by. Then she climbed the steps to the house next to it. It’s pretty obvious which house is the right one, too. It’s a different color, and Kreacher peaks out from one of the windows every once in a while. It was a serious debate between us whether or not to tell her. We finally yelled it as we were walking away, though I have no idea if she heard us or not.