I Am Done
That is, I have finished reading the Harry Potter book.

I finished at a quarter to eight this morning, yes, I read fast, and don't bother defending yourself by saying, "Well, I don't read fast, but I read everything," or "I like to savor it."

Screw you, I DO read EVERYTHING, I just do it quickly, and I savor it just as much as anyone else, probably more so because reading is my life and has been since I was four years old. Don't bother excusing yourself, just say, "I don't read all that fast." It doesn't mean anything, it just means, that unlike me, you had friends when you were little.

Also, the reason I read fast is this: I learned to read by memorizing entire words at a time. Most kids learn to read by sounding words out, which I did a little of, but mainly I just memorized the whole word. The sounding out way is normal, and how most people continue to read. For example, if I and another person were shown a flashcard with the word "Bird" on it, the other person would first notice the letter "B" if only for a fraction of a second, before moving on to the rest of the word. I, however, would just recognize the entire word instantaneously, without even having to think.

So when you see a book cover reading "The Best Thing Ever" that is how you read it in your head, "The-Best-Thing-Ever." I, however, read it as "THEBESTTHINGEVER" taking it in all at once. I believe that this way of memorizing what whole words look like are the reason I won so many spelling competitions when I was younger.

Talking about all this is distracting from the real issue, which is the Harry Potter book, which would have been great if it wasn't for the ending. For the past hour or so, and for quite a while this morning after I finished, I've been outside, wordlessly glaring at the sky.

Things happened quite predictably, and the expected character died, and I wasn't upset, because I was prepared, and had been for a while. All the things you think will happen happen, which is good in its own way, and the book was perfect, with zombies and everything (I am not kidding, there ARE zombies in this book), and there is cuteness and wonderfulness and greatness, until the end, where you just sit there thinking "Why? Why?"

To which, what I really have to say is JK Rowling is a dirty, filthy whore and she will rot in hell in her own flaming excrement.

. . . .

If it wasn't for the ending, the book would be the best damn one in the series.

On a scale of one to awesome--aw, hell, I'm just going to go stare at the sun until my eyeballs burn out of my head.

I Am Done
That is, I have finished reading the Harry Potter book.

I finished at a quarter to eight this morning, yes, I read fast, and don't bother defending yourself by saying, "Well, I don't read fast, but I read everything," or "I like to savor it."

Screw you, I DO read EVERYTHING, I just do it quickly, and I savor it just as much as anyone else, probably more so because reading is my life and has been since I was four years old. Don't bother excusing yourself, just say, "I don't read all that fast." It doesn't mean anything, it just means, that unlike me, you had friends when you were little.

Also, the reason I read fast is this: I learned to read by memorizing entire words at a time. Most kids learn to read by sounding words out, which I did a little of, but mainly I just memorized the whole word. The sounding out way is normal, and how most people continue to read. For example, if I and another person were shown a flashcard with the word "Bird" on it, the other person would first notice the letter "B" if only for a fraction of a second, before moving on to the rest of the word. I, however, would just recognize the entire word instantaneously, without even having to think.

So when you see a book cover reading "The Best Thing Ever" that is how you read it in your head, "The-Best-Thing-Ever." I, however, read it as "THEBESTTHINGEVER" taking it in all at once. I believe that this way of memorizing what whole words look like are the reason I won so many spelling competitions when I was younger.

Talking about all this is distracting from the real issue, which is the Harry Potter book, which would have been great if it wasn't for the ending. For the past hour or so, and for quite a while this morning after I finished, I've been outside, wordlessly glaring at the sky.

Things happened quite predictably, and the expected character died, and I wasn't upset, because I was prepared, and had been for a while. All the things you think will happen happen, which is good in its own way, and the book was perfect, with zombies and everything (I am not kidding, there ARE zombies in this book), and there is cuteness and wonderfulness and greatness, until the end, where you just sit there thinking "Why? Why?"

To which, what I really have to say is JK Rowling is a dirty, filthy whore and she will rot in hell in her own flaming excrement.

. . . .

If it wasn't for the ending, the book would be the best damn one in the series.

On a scale of one to awesome--aw, hell, I'm just going to go stare at the sun until my eyeballs burn out of my head.