Unlike the rest of the backrow ballers, I am a huge Harry Potter fan. I sporadically go to the website Mugglenet.com to get the latest Harry Potter news, and I go see midnight showings for the newest films. I went to the midnight release for book 6 and had a grand time with my friends at Denver's own indie book store - The Tattered Cover. For book 7, however, I went to the mountains with my parents, and none of my friends could join me until the following day. I did not want to wait until the next morning to get my very own copy of the final installment, so I went to the midnight party at Borders in Dillon, CO... by myself. I endured the crowds of children screaming responses to trivia questions while their parents sat nearby rolling their eyes. After waiting in line for over an hour, I went home to read the first 150 pages before finally falling asleep.
Three of my friends joined me the next day, and we sat in a room in the condo, each with our own copy, each sitting on our own twin sized bed, and read the book all day long. After reading all day, my dad convinced us all to leave the room to go to an outdoor concert at the Dillon Amphitheater. We walked there with our books in tow, sat outside the concert on a bench, and read the book through the entire concert. There we were, surrounded by the beauty of Dillon lake and the Rocky Mountains, just reading - four dorks on a bench. We made up for it the next day by going whitewater rafting down the Arkansas river, but my dad still made fun of us all weekend for being so obsessed with Harry Potter's magical world.Anyway, the first chapter of the first Harry Potter book is called "The boy who lived." Now, I don't want to give anything away, but it's pretty obvious that Ron kills Harry because of the monkey robot uprising. I think it would have been neat if JK Rowling had ended the book with a chapter called "The boy who died." Twelve-year-olds everywhere would hate her for killing their beloved wizard, but I would give her a high five for bringing the chapter titles full circle.
--By Farrah, who bruised her bum whitewater rafting, and now when she sits down it feels awkward
7 comments:
my bum hurts too. we should have asked Paul to take more air out of it to ensure proper butt safety. also, now that we are done reading we have to have group discussion!
So did he die? I think I know the answer because of a much criticized NY Times Review, in which most of the ending was revealed. Damn you, NY Times, damn you to hell!
PS - Farrah, could you just send me a summary of what happened? I don't read the books (besides half of the first one when I was 16), but just for the sake of pop cultural knowledge, I'd like to know.
I find mood swings to be lame.
touché
Sally, I would prefer that you read the books, but I know how you react to not knowing answers in Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture. I'll give you a full synopsis in Nicaragua.
I think we've all learned an important lesson about how much air is too much in your whitewater raft.
i just finished the book! amazing! RIP Harry. Damn you Ron and your monkeys!
If only I had a waterproof book, I could have read on the raft!
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