I was beginning to think it wasn’t going to happen, but lo! It started around 9 p.m., as I was putting the Sniglet to bed. By 10, when I went out to get more wood for the fire, there was a good inch on the ground. Beautiful, fluffy, Disney snow, too, with big fat flakes. Ignatz is stoked.
Aaaand now it’s 11:30, and someone’s out there shoveling.
I check J.K. Rowling’s site, oh, every few months or so. It’s an engaging site, but not something I need to follow obsessively.
Even so, I am a huge Harry Potter fan – in the sense that I really like the books, not in the sense that I need to buy all the accessories or dress like the characters (not that there’s anything wrong with that). I like the way her narrative style evolves as her hero ages, and I really like his character arc. I’ve heard a lot of complaints about what a whiny prat Harry was in the fifth book, but I really loved that she let him be an adolescent for one book, with all the strong emotion and precipitous behavior that goes with it. Continue reading