That Potter Boy

Eric and I went to see the new Harry Potter movie. Enjoyed it. But then it made me want to re-read the last book in the series, The Deathly Hollows. Since I left my cds of the book in South Pasadena, I had to actually read it this time. There is such an advantage to having paper. If your mind wanders, it's easier to find the place in the book that you last remember being totally concious. And, as lovely as his voice is, you don't have to listen to Jim Dale's interpretation of things.

It was good to read it, I'd forgotten some and some was a little unclear on previous reading. Good heavens, a lot of stuff happens. I told Per I was re-reading. He and Tom and I would always suck up the next book as soon as it came out. Per had read this one first and kindly told me how it ends. I hate suspense. He wrote me one of his favorite lines, I'm sure, "Not my daughter you bitch". I just wish I had a daughter so I could say that more often. But then I'd have to know a few bitches to make it all worth while. After seeing Helena Bonham Carter as the yuckiest looking Bellatrix imaginable, I think I'll be happy with the friends that I have.

And I want it on record that I don't like Ron on the screen or in the books. He is the most thoughtless representation of maleness on record. How did Rowlings come up with him? I wouldn't like to meet the boy that she modeled him after. Sure he has an inferiority complex due to his brilliant brothers and best friend. He should.