spreadin’ the literary love

I’ve started no less than four seperate posts in Word files, hoping for a few free minutes during the day with enough peace and lack of interruption for me to string two coherent thoughts together – hasn’t happened yet. So while I’m still valiantly struggling through those, I had to break for a moment just to tell you this because it’s too funny not to…

I started reading the Harry Potter series when the first movie was about a month away from theatre release. I ran pretty quickly through the first four – Prisoner of Azkaban had only just come out in hardback – and, after waiting and waiting and waiting, did the same with the fifth. It was probably some combination of the dark, angry tone of the fifth book and the two-year waiting period between the books, but…I didn’t launch myself right in to the sixth one. It sat on my shelf for several months before I finally picked it up.

And I still haven’t read the seventh one.

*pause for disbelieving gasps*

John starting reading the Harry Potter series sometime in early September, I think. (maybe August) Apparently he finished Book Six last night because I got an email this morning demanding that I find my copy of Deathly Hallows. (I misplaced it in shifting the library about…)

Despite starting this series six years later than me, he is still likely to finish it first. And if he hadn’t met me…I don’t thik he’d have started it in the first place. πŸ™‚

I think I’ll give him His Dark Materials next. Or Ender’s Game. Ooh, probably Ender’s Game.

What about you all? What can I convince you to read? πŸ™‚

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