weeping
i have been weeping like a child for the better part of two hours. maybe an hour. i don't know. it's not even that sweet flow of tears like the movies. i'm a bit scared to look in the mirror, but my lips are chapped, my eyes are swollen, my nose is stuffed up, and i have a lump in my throat. it's 2 in the morning and i've been laying in bed crying.
what, do you ask, has caused this emotional outpour? memories of a tragedy long since past? no. bad news on the homefront? nope. a midnight showing of Beaches? not even close. i just finished reading Harry Potter and Dumbledore is dead. seriously, i'm welling up just typing it. i've known for ever that he died, but to read it is so sad. the last time i cried like this over a book was Brilliance of the Moon, the third book of the Tales of the Otari trilogy by Lian Hearn.
i left a few tear stains on the pages and my comforter is sopping wet where i was laying. snot was running out of my nose. i'm not kidding, man. i was crying so hard i could barely read the page. i happened to have a paper towel near by and was seriously soaking up my tears so i could keep reading. i realize that death hits a harder chord with me now, so maybe that aided in the weep-fest.
ugh, it's just so sad.
i realize that i'm not 15 or anything, but what is Harry going to do? how is he going to find the horcruxes by himself? then he has to kill Voldemort. how's he going to do that? he'll probably push everyone away to keep them safe, but he can't do it alone. maybe Dumbledore's Army will really become just that. and Snape! that bastard. there better be a twist, because he knows where the headquarters' of the Order is and their secrets. there has to be a twist. he'd better be working the inside. Snape's been so horrible, but Dumbledore trusted him. there'd better be an unbelievably moving story behind that bond.
man, this woman has one more book. that bastard had better be fucking incredible. it better be amazing, long, and with the return of, at least, Sirius. i mean, he only fell behind a creepy curtain. surely there's a way of retrieving him. oh, i'm so distraught. the worst part was Fawkes singing his song of mourning all over the grounds of Hogwarts.
this next book better not take as long as this one did, either. i can't bear to reread this again.
i've gotta go to bed. my head hurts and i'm too old for this. i have a job and bills and am a grown-up (sort of) dammit! i can't lay here crying over Harry Potter at 2:30 in the morning.
ah, the shamelessness the cover of night allows us.
what, do you ask, has caused this emotional outpour? memories of a tragedy long since past? no. bad news on the homefront? nope. a midnight showing of Beaches? not even close. i just finished reading Harry Potter and Dumbledore is dead. seriously, i'm welling up just typing it. i've known for ever that he died, but to read it is so sad. the last time i cried like this over a book was Brilliance of the Moon, the third book of the Tales of the Otari trilogy by Lian Hearn.
i left a few tear stains on the pages and my comforter is sopping wet where i was laying. snot was running out of my nose. i'm not kidding, man. i was crying so hard i could barely read the page. i happened to have a paper towel near by and was seriously soaking up my tears so i could keep reading. i realize that death hits a harder chord with me now, so maybe that aided in the weep-fest.
ugh, it's just so sad.
i realize that i'm not 15 or anything, but what is Harry going to do? how is he going to find the horcruxes by himself? then he has to kill Voldemort. how's he going to do that? he'll probably push everyone away to keep them safe, but he can't do it alone. maybe Dumbledore's Army will really become just that. and Snape! that bastard. there better be a twist, because he knows where the headquarters' of the Order is and their secrets. there has to be a twist. he'd better be working the inside. Snape's been so horrible, but Dumbledore trusted him. there'd better be an unbelievably moving story behind that bond.
man, this woman has one more book. that bastard had better be fucking incredible. it better be amazing, long, and with the return of, at least, Sirius. i mean, he only fell behind a creepy curtain. surely there's a way of retrieving him. oh, i'm so distraught. the worst part was Fawkes singing his song of mourning all over the grounds of Hogwarts.
this next book better not take as long as this one did, either. i can't bear to reread this again.
i've gotta go to bed. my head hurts and i'm too old for this. i have a job and bills and am a grown-up (sort of) dammit! i can't lay here crying over Harry Potter at 2:30 in the morning.
ah, the shamelessness the cover of night allows us.
posted by badassed at
2:34 AM
1 Comments:
I know exactly how you feel! Poor Dumbledore. The whole book, on reflection, seems like like a requiem for the ol' boy- all that going back and talking about the origins of Voldie, etc. I just knew that it would all end badly.
I still don't buy that Snape's a baddie, however.
You know what bit killed me, though- the fact that Harry is contemplating not going back to Hogwarts. Or that Hogwarts might not even be there! Sob...
Nice blog!
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