I reread (3rd time, I think?) Harry Potter all day yesterday (Deathly Hallows). I thought I wouldn’t be depressed afterwards, because I know I can always reread the series, and it won’t loose any of it’s magic. I fully beleve in that statement, but I was still sad when I finished the book. And now I’m in slightly post-Potter-depression. I thought I went through that for the last time three years ago. Yet I still cry during the final battle, at the end, and in the epilogue. Plus, my head hurts from reading so much, as well as crying some, and contemplating every last detail. Oy. All I want to do is read DH again. But I don’t want PPD. I think I migt start the Half-Blood prince again soon. I haven’t read that one in a while.
Oh. How I wish Hogwarts was real, and I attented it when Harry, Ron and Hermione did, while Dumbledore was alive. Sigh..
See? Depressed.
Harry Potter is the greatest thing in the world. And J.K. Rowling is held as high as God, in my mind.
Help me. Or make Hogwars be real? OK. Thanks!
… Goodnight.