I rarely ever reread books. In fact, I have probably reread more books this year than I ever have before. M’colleague, Dom, suggested I dedicate a segment of my blog to it, so this is me giving him credit on the off-chance he reads this post. Happy, Dom?
Thus far I’ve re-read the first three Harry Potter books (after reading How to be a Heroine I felt rather a strong urge to revisit the most important books of my youth) and Our Spoons Came From Woolworths.
I’ve already written about Spoons, so I’m dedicating this post to recapping Potter & co.
Reading Harry Potter the first time I was fairly obsessed with Snape, I just knew there had to be more to him (could this be something to do with Alan Rickman….., yes).
I wanted to be Slytherin (Pottermore, by pure happenstance, granted me that wish some years later) and I thought maybe there was something good in Malfoy. I also disliked Harry, I thought he was moany. Perhaps my deep felt desire to be different set me against Gryffindor from the start. Don’t misunderstand me, all hail the Dumbledore, I just didn’t want to be Gryffindor like everyone else.
This time round:
- I just want to be Neville’s best friend, the poor guy
- Harry is far less annoying
- Ron is an arse
- Snape is a bully. Unlikely hero he may be and a fascinating character, but he’s not a nice man
- Malfoy can go suck it the miserable little weasel
- Go go Weasley twins!
- I love Hermione
- Can I have a Dumbledore, please?
This is only after reading the first three books. However, I’m fairly certain both Ron and Malfoy aren’t going to grow much in my estimation.
Who knows where I’ll be after the next four (in tears).