That's because it's Tuesday and I haven't mentioned 'that book' or the film. I've been reading other blogs and what they think. Thinking about anything has been hard since Saturday and not because of 'the book'. I wasn't even thinking about buying it until I had to race to Westfield to buy a new heater for Mum's bathroom and Big W just reduced the books to $25 and I needed some tranquilizing.
I also need to start drinking, her fridge stopped working yesterday and I had to run over and cook as much food as I could save. It wasn't much and the front yard looked like a publicity run for Alfred Hitchcock as every bird within a 20 mile radius descended on the feast of thawed out pies, pasties, fish etc. Now I have to find a replacement fridge before Thursday.
To the book, which I read until 3 a.m. and enjoyed. Only Pavlov's Cat mentioned in a comment thread how J.K. Rowling writes about death, a subject adults tend to avoid with children. Another commenter said how it give children a sense of community and that is something I can identify with. I have limited contact with my granddaughters but Harry Potter is the first thing we talk about, books and films. I try not to pry into their lives unless they want to tell me about what they're doing so this is a bridge between us.
Now I'm re-reading the Order of the Phoenix, going on to the Half-Blood Prince before I start on the Hallows for a very slow read. There's a lot of people in the world who can't see the point in all of this but then I can't see the point in pornography or football so pardon me while I curl up in a corner with my tranquilizer.