Got up at seven this morning to go to Black Bond, bedecked with my new Gryffindor scarf which I made all by myself, where people were awestruck at those same scarves (though people were inching away nervously from mik100 in the line-up, wearing a Slytherin scarf as she was), and we expressed equal awe over their costumes, because everyone who showed up at eight o'clock in the morning to buy a book had certainly dressed up. Anyway. We read all day, and kept catching up with each other and passing one another in turns, but I beat mik100 by five minutes and five pages, around two AM, so hah. That's sixteen hours, people - read 'em and weep. :D However.
She's an awful, awful woman and don't believe anything she tells you.
...but this still managed to piss me off. I mean, how long can Draco Malfoy remain a jeering cardboard cutout? After five books I would have expected *some* character exposition. From... someone. I don't know. Seven hundred pages in she's got us convinced one of the Weaselys is going to kick it, and I'm half terrified it'll be the twins, or even Molly herself since they've not been to the Burrow yet and she's having horrible visions of everyone's death and it'd be terribly ironic, and yet She is tossing red herrings in left and right and near-mortally wounding Arthur and making a quick and meaningless Percy death look tempting, and at one point I was half-hoping it'd just be Harry, 'cause he was being so godsawfully STUPID and I'd figured out what was going on in chapter twenty-two and couldn't believe *nobody* had pointed it out, not even Hermione, in whom I find myself disappointed. Sigh. And that almost clumsy scene in the Department of Mysteries with twenty-odd characters running in and out of rooms firing off jinxes and curses at one another and there being such a confusing din you don't even witness specific injuries, and it looks like they're being picked off one by one and Sirius buys it almost by accident in the confusion, in such a way that I'm more confused than upset, because *really*.
And yes, Harry, as a matter of fact, it *is* all your fault, you stupid little git.
Although Harry blowing up at Dumbledore was extremely cool (though I have dubious confidence in Daniel Radcliffe's ability to pull of the scene), and the new addition of the Teenage Angst (TM) was fantastic, and now there are interesting thoughts for the future, of Percy doing questionable things (and fond visions of him crawling back on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness, the ungrateful little bastard), and what really *will* come of Molly's visions, and that it'll end up being a showdown between Wormtail and LUPIN, over Sirius more than James (and if she's *not* intentionally handing it to the slash ficcers on a silver platter I don't know what she *is* doing), and what mik100 said about Snape maybe having a thing for Lily and... what was that last thing? Oh, yeah. And for the LOVE OF GOD, let Malfoy have even a *little* bit of character development in the next book, please? Please?
Oh. And good riddance to Cho Chang. Whinging clingy tertiary characters, feh. :P
But that scene where the "five wands raised in perfect unison"... that was cool. ;)
...and someone smack me if I ever, ever think about writing anything, ever again, from a single-character-limited viewpoint. Damn Harry. >.<
In general, regardless, though... I'm all contented and fangirly. I feel fic-urge, but I... will... resist... urk! No! No! You have ninety thousand other things to write!
(Would you believe that for the first three years of HP releases I avoided them with mild scornful disdain? ;)
In any case, if nothing else, and disregarding for the moment the quality of the books, I'm just totally blown away by the fact that there are millions of people feverishly reading right at this very moment, just because they want to. It's encouraging to imagine a growing trend in people actually wanting to *read*, whyever, whatever. It makes all giddy, and slightly less nasty towards the snotty waiter in IHOP who mocked us this morning for reading at the table. Nyah. :D