A Weekend of Abundance

Well. Although my yesterday was taken up with compiling and setting up stuff, I have not lost any of my desire to note down a couple of things about this past weekend.

First. The Rugby. It was a sad, sad evening. Actually, more grumpy than sad. I wonder what it is about losing like that that makes me so .. unpleasant. Hmm. Perhaps I think I could do a better job. Ha ha. Hardly. I do dream still about playing for the Wallabies, and some little part of me will probably hope for the next couple of years, but seriously ..

Second. Harry Potter. Horcruxes or Hallows? What a finish. What a book. Amazing. Just awesome. Sad. Awesome. Sad again about fifty times over. And still, satisfying. Almost too many events, giving the writing a slightly rushed feel .. but that’s okay .. i like that about this book. It’s rushing to the end, the final battle .. the meeting of Harry and Voldemort for the last time.

I’ll probably write some more a little while after, give at least one of the readers of this blog time to finish the book :). You know who you are ..

Third. There is no third. Like the spoon. I’m just fishing for something creative to spark. But it’s not. Maybe later.

What Will Happen To Harry?

The last Harry Potter book is coming soon.

On the weekend, disguised as a hobo as I’d locked myself out and had to wander around Sydney aimlessly while awaiting my beloved’s return from the country, I watched the latest movie. Order Of The Phoenix. It was a good movie, and made me belly laugh in a few places.

However today, while reading a review, I stumbled across the wikipedia entry that gives you the differences between the book and the film.

It made me realise there’s a lot that doesn’t make it in. And some of these are points I would have thought important. But then .. I’m not J.K. Rowling. Ha. Or even a movie director.

So anyway. I’ve started reading the books again. But this time, there’s a big pit of sadness sitting in my gut. It’s going to be over. And no matter how awesome the last book is, endings are sad. I remember when we finished the Hobbit for the first time (Dad+Mum reading to us), and the same with the Narnia books. Then, as I got older, other series/books invoked a similar feeling.

It’s good, but it’s sad.

And that’s what life is all about. Relationships. Of course, you can’t have a relationship with a book .. but you can have an imaginary relationship with the characters in the book. You can hate Voldemort and fall in love with Fleur.

I guess in the end, even though books can affect us (well, me .. and maybe a few others :) ), nothing is a substitute for the crazy antics that make up our own lives. The highs and lows, the relationships, loves, hurts, hatreds.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to the last book, but at the same time don’t want to read it.

‘Nuff for now. Perhaps the next post should actually be about some kind of development talk. Ha.