potter.

he had me at hello. but a two-year reading drought has kept me from his company. until now.

i managed to stay awake into the wee small hours of the morning rapt in the classic i-just-couldn't-put-it-down spell harry potter casts. and while i am slightly embarrassed to admit it, for the sake of your entertainment i must divulge that i did in fact cry at one point in the story. go ahead and chuckle if you must.

on this side of the morning, however, i can tell you that when reading such magical imaginings so soon before sleep, you may find yourself in disagreeable dreams, not the least of which might be having your picture taken unwillingly, and not the most of which might be lighting someone's face on fire without their permission in the hopes that they might look more pleasant afterwards.

i'd also like to take a moment to apologize to blythe, who so carefully and thoughtfully chose the next book i was intended to read (the namesake) which i have wrecklessly abandoned. i am sorry, dear blythe, and promise to return to it.