Harry Potter is an obsession of mine, but it’s something I have a hard time writing about. The depth of feeling I have about the books keeps me from being able to explain myself in a coherent way, because the emotional experience is so raw and personal that it overwhelms me, and I can’t find the words to express it. I listen to the audiobooks constantly (because I have more time to listen to audiobooks than to read, lately), getting to the end of Deathly Hallows and starting over again with Sorcerer’s Stone. It’s pretty much constantly on my mind, and even if I’m not actively thinking about it, it’s always nearby. (The only piece of jewelry I wear other than my wedding ring is a ring I designed which has 7 symbols on it, one of which is the sign of the Deathly Hallows.) I may proselytize about the church of Joss Whedon, but Harry Potter means more to me than anything Joss has created, though I rarely talk about it due to its personal nature. I find myself disappointed and heartbroken whenever I try and fail, so I often just keep my mouth shut.
This puts me in an odd position with regards to the Harry Potter movies. Continue reading →
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