Proof I'm evil
Jul. 16th, 2007 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taerowynI stopped reading Harry Potter after book four. No particular reason, really. Just, when book five came out, everybody talked about what a whiny bitch Harry was in it, and I was never in the mood to read whiny Harry. Plus, I felt the need to read book four to refamiliarize myself with it all and then get to book five. Didn't do either before book six came out. By then I was looking at having to read...I don't even know how many pounds of book. And while I love books and typically love fantasy and do enjoy the world Rowlings created...well, frankly the books got too unwieldy. And, at the end of the day, (and this is practically sacrilegious from a bibliophile like me) I got just as much enjoyment hearing about "what happened next," here, in the tubes of the internet, and in the movies.
So, this just makes me a bad bibliophile...where's the evil?
Well, I DO enjoy knowing what happens next. And I DO enjoy the world Rowlings created. So, despite having no plans to buy the last book, I'll probably still go to the huge shindig in Harvard Square for shits and giggles. The problem is...I DO want to know what happens. And there's a part of me, that just wants to get my hands on a book and read the last fifteen pages. What's worse...there's a smaller part that would then want to announce the end (and then quickly run for my life). I won't do it, of course (OK, maybe the former, but definitely not the latter...and if I do the former, I swear to not spoil anybody online). But still...I think the impulse proves I'm at least a smidgen evil, doesn't it?
So, this just makes me a bad bibliophile...where's the evil?
Well, I DO enjoy knowing what happens next. And I DO enjoy the world Rowlings created. So, despite having no plans to buy the last book, I'll probably still go to the huge shindig in Harvard Square for shits and giggles. The problem is...I DO want to know what happens. And there's a part of me, that just wants to get my hands on a book and read the last fifteen pages. What's worse...there's a smaller part that would then want to announce the end (and then quickly run for my life). I won't do it, of course (OK, maybe the former, but definitely not the latter...and if I do the former, I swear to not spoil anybody online). But still...I think the impulse proves I'm at least a smidgen evil, doesn't it?