I am so disheartened. In reading the Harry Potter books (spoiler coming so don't read further if you really don't want to know), my favorite freaking character is killed off.
I know it's so odd to think of a book as effectively depressing in your real life, however when an author, especially one as magnificent as Rowling, can pull you into the characters and make you live vicariously through their fictional lives .... it can be a happy time for you or a depressing time when you finally reach the end of that book.
So going forward, I've finished Order of the Phoenix, which resulted in the death of Sirius Black, once a prisoner of Azkaban and finally revealed to be Harry's adoring, handsome, rough and intense godfather. And just like that, his only semblance to a real family is gone as a result of the evil Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. I'm pissed.
I wept like a sorry ass baby last night. It's been quite a long time since a book has affected me so much (or a series, I should say). I believe the last one was Lord of the Rings, and that resulted in a tatoo now, didn't it? Maybe time for another one.... no, I won't brand HP on my ass, I promise.
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Wow! that must have been a great book.
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