On re-reading HP for pleasure (part 1 of more than one?)
This posting here most probably will be one of the last items in the "public" part of this LJ-blog here. No need to weep (or to rejoice): there are still a number of places on the web where people muse about things Harry Potter.
Several months ago I started an activity unknown to me for several years: reading the HP books for pleasure, just for pleasure, for nothing but pleasure, with no other goal or agenda than finding pleasure.
It started out fine. PS was the superb book which it has been for me for years and years. CoS was far less boring than I had remembered it to be. And I rejoiced when I found a yet not underlined nor annotated "Saint Harry Potter" by Draco Malfoy, and did not underline it, nor cross reference it in the "De praesentia sive absentia deorum" section of my Pensieve.
But then: PoA. I had always liked it (though not as much as PS). But this time. Ach! Not only did the physical book disintegrate (deciding, probably, that it had been read more than often enough - and I still don't know where it keeps its brain …). Moreover: I found PoA boring. No longer fun, but very very boring. I retried it again and again. To no avail. And now I've stopped reading it, in the mid of the chapter "Snape's grudge", and for good.
And that's the end of it - at least for now. Not finding pleasure any more in reading HP: I stopped it.
These days I'm re-reading Döblin's Amazonas. Great book. And then probably Gil Blas. And then, perhaps, Moby Dick. (I gave Sherlock Holmes a chance, but somehow I didn't get into the right mood.)
Finding something like Casanova's Histoire de ma vie, but written by somebody with a sense of humour would be ideal. Any suggestions anybody?
And now you may f-cut me. Or not. It's up to you.