As you know, my brain has been broken since I read Trainspotting. I think it was a little broken before that actually, I was too excited about going home for a bit that I couldn’t concentrate on one thing at all. I put down like four books, Trainspotting was the only one that was interesting to me at the time and then that just crushed my soul.
So, as everyone should do when they are having trouble getting back into reading, I started reading an old favourite : Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
It’s been a real joy to see all my old friends again! (Yes. I consider them my friends and family. I’m allowed to do that because I’m awesome.)
My brain is healing…but my heart is sick. Because I know what is going to happen in the next few chapters. I’m reaching the end, you see. I stayed up so late reading it (the sign of a truly amazing book even if you’ve read it a thousand times. It can still suck you in for hours making you shrug off the need for sleep.) and I’ve reached the point where things are about to get real.
Real Sirius, if you will. (Play on words! My favourite!)
Now I’m debating whether I would like to completely debilitate myself for the rest of the day or if I should stop now, leave things where they lie. Pretend that Sirius lived happily ever after and nothing bad ever happens again to my trio.
…who are we kidding. I’m going to spend the next few hours bawling.