Post by caladwen on Jan 26, 2008 14:17:10 GMT -5
So. I woke up this morning to find my mother in the living room.... READING. 
What was she reading? That's the very question I asked myself. So, I went around to her other side and found that it was...
dun dun DUN
The deluxe edition of DH, with new canon! I squealed. And then I got scolded for sleeping when she went and picked up the package.
Package? I thought. Oh dear, this has got to be good.
She just grinned at me and told me that if I wanted to see what other books there were, I'd have to find them. So, I searched the house, and finally found a big cream-colored bag that was rather heavy.
I returned to the living room with my prize, flung it on the table, and opened it. Inside were nearly a dozen thin books (100 pages or less each, I was sure) and about six movies.
Tilting my head to the side, I began with the movies.
Three biographies of JK Rowling tumbled out, all different, along with a CD where she read DH and a DVD where she basically 'encyclopedia'd' HP. I was so happy, I felt like I could fly.
But that wasn't the best of it.
"Pull out the books," My mother told me, grinning wider.
So I did.
I looked at the title on the first one and SQUEE'd. There was a picture of a big paw-print on it, and the title read 'Padfeet Black' (which, while I had my head in the clouds, I thought was a really creative title). And it kept going. I pulled out a book that detailed the Marauder story, one called 'The Forgotten Years' (that had no picture and no summary on it), one that followed Albus Dumbledore's life, and numerous others.
The last one I saw was a detailed biography of Tom Riddle, to which I immediately thought "OMG, Yin is going to love this!"
So, while I'm sifting through these books, I'm totally doing this:
*OMG* *FANGIRL* *SQUEE* *DIE*
And I settle down to read, the stack of books next to me. Before I turned the page to start the Marauder's Story, I turned to mother and said,
"You know, one morning I'm going to wake up and say 'I knew it was too good to be true...'"
And then I was looking at a ceiling. I rolled over and looked at my regular blue carpet, and said, very loudly and plainly.
"Well, shitfuck!"
What was she reading? That's the very question I asked myself. So, I went around to her other side and found that it was...
dun dun DUN
The deluxe edition of DH, with new canon! I squealed. And then I got scolded for sleeping when she went and picked up the package.
Package? I thought. Oh dear, this has got to be good.
She just grinned at me and told me that if I wanted to see what other books there were, I'd have to find them. So, I searched the house, and finally found a big cream-colored bag that was rather heavy.
I returned to the living room with my prize, flung it on the table, and opened it. Inside were nearly a dozen thin books (100 pages or less each, I was sure) and about six movies.
Tilting my head to the side, I began with the movies.
Three biographies of JK Rowling tumbled out, all different, along with a CD where she read DH and a DVD where she basically 'encyclopedia'd' HP. I was so happy, I felt like I could fly.
But that wasn't the best of it.
"Pull out the books," My mother told me, grinning wider.
So I did.
I looked at the title on the first one and SQUEE'd. There was a picture of a big paw-print on it, and the title read 'Padfeet Black' (which, while I had my head in the clouds, I thought was a really creative title). And it kept going. I pulled out a book that detailed the Marauder story, one called 'The Forgotten Years' (that had no picture and no summary on it), one that followed Albus Dumbledore's life, and numerous others.
The last one I saw was a detailed biography of Tom Riddle, to which I immediately thought "OMG, Yin is going to love this!"
So, while I'm sifting through these books, I'm totally doing this:
*OMG* *FANGIRL* *SQUEE* *DIE*
And I settle down to read, the stack of books next to me. Before I turned the page to start the Marauder's Story, I turned to mother and said,
"You know, one morning I'm going to wake up and say 'I knew it was too good to be true...'"
And then I was looking at a ceiling. I rolled over and looked at my regular blue carpet, and said, very loudly and plainly.
"Well, shitfuck!"
