so here's the thing- i love books! we're talking obsessively and in an all consuming sort of way. i have a test you must take if you'd like to borrow my books and i form weird, emotional, and dysfunctional relationships with my books. i know, i know i need a life. but books have always been my escape. they don't let you down. from the first page they transport you out of whatever's going on in your life and let you live something else. through books i have crossed a river with huck finn and found true love with mr. darcy. as a reader i have solved crimes with sherlock holmes and fought in vietnam with tim o'brien. books are safe. they have taught me and been good friends.
so now the reason for this rant. i recently finished harry potter 7. ok by "recently" i mean i finished it the day i got it. couldn't wait. it was everything i wanted it to be and more. j.k. rowling is such an amazing author. the way she weaved in classic lit with her fresh story was a delight to look for. her dialouge is witty and sharp. she truly is one of the great writers of our time. she inspired me. i want to be more regular with my writing. who knows i may have the next harry potter?
1 comment:
I escape through books too, always have. I've been keeping myself from the literature world in an effort to actually live.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was amazing. I love J.K.
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