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My son begged me into reading him another chapter of "The Chamber of secrets" today - and though it was already late, I indulged him, as much as myself. It always lifts my spirits after all and after an all-out war with my control-freak boyfriend last night, I could use some solace.
I think this one might be my son's favourite - it's definitely his favourite movie. It has all the elements a 7-year-old can appreciate: a spectacular and daring escape in a flying car, a fight between the Weasley and the Malfoy head of the family (you should hear him cheer for Arthur!), a weird house-elf, Ginny's crush on Harry - he giggles like mad when we come to this part, though he would never own up to it. :)
It's so sweet being 7 and loving Harry Potter from a complete different perspective than I do, that it warms up my heart. It really is a book for all ages, isn't it? :) One guy - a self-proclaimed literary critic - tried bashing it the other time on Facebook: not on my watch, Mister! I gave him a piece of my mind and though my love for metal music has me perfectly equipped for using expletives (and in every day life, I'm sadly very prone to do so!), I'm very careful not to do so when arguing - I'd much rather win an argument with my reasoning than with shouting/ scaring/ belittling someone into admitting defeat. And in the end - he capitulated, of course he did, c'mon, it's me after all: when I sink my teeth into something you're taking my jaw with you to an early grave, dude! ;)
And in the mean time I continue to write. What I posted so far, was mostly beta-ed, but I seem to have very poor timing and my writing is simply not appealing enough to keep someone on their toes as to what comes next (but we always knew that, didn't we?) - so what I post from now on, probably won't be. You can't have it all and if someone ever chooses to read my work and I get a comment "for god's sake, woman, get yourself a beta!" - well, it suits me right for abusing a perfectly good language, doesn't it?! :)
Life, come and meet me, I'm the one you just can't bring down. I've had an abominable year so far, truly one of the worst in my not-so-short life and I've been on down to the bottom so many times in this massacre of a year, that the imprints of the stones are showing on my bloody knees - but I always tell myself it's my job to get back up and win this shit, otherwise the world would forever be ruled by assholes. I can let life bring me down - everybody's gotta kneel sometimes, right? - I just can't let it keep me there. So here's to new victories and - inevitably - to new defeats: "I'll feed your darkness to my resilience as I struggle to walk on to the light..." I wrote that when I was 20 and struggling with anorexia. Would be printed on my crest if I ever had one. It even has a melody in my head. :)
I think this one might be my son's favourite - it's definitely his favourite movie. It has all the elements a 7-year-old can appreciate: a spectacular and daring escape in a flying car, a fight between the Weasley and the Malfoy head of the family (you should hear him cheer for Arthur!), a weird house-elf, Ginny's crush on Harry - he giggles like mad when we come to this part, though he would never own up to it. :)
It's so sweet being 7 and loving Harry Potter from a complete different perspective than I do, that it warms up my heart. It really is a book for all ages, isn't it? :) One guy - a self-proclaimed literary critic - tried bashing it the other time on Facebook: not on my watch, Mister! I gave him a piece of my mind and though my love for metal music has me perfectly equipped for using expletives (and in every day life, I'm sadly very prone to do so!), I'm very careful not to do so when arguing - I'd much rather win an argument with my reasoning than with shouting/ scaring/ belittling someone into admitting defeat. And in the end - he capitulated, of course he did, c'mon, it's me after all: when I sink my teeth into something you're taking my jaw with you to an early grave, dude! ;)
And in the mean time I continue to write. What I posted so far, was mostly beta-ed, but I seem to have very poor timing and my writing is simply not appealing enough to keep someone on their toes as to what comes next (but we always knew that, didn't we?) - so what I post from now on, probably won't be. You can't have it all and if someone ever chooses to read my work and I get a comment "for god's sake, woman, get yourself a beta!" - well, it suits me right for abusing a perfectly good language, doesn't it?! :)
Life, come and meet me, I'm the one you just can't bring down. I've had an abominable year so far, truly one of the worst in my not-so-short life and I've been on down to the bottom so many times in this massacre of a year, that the imprints of the stones are showing on my bloody knees - but I always tell myself it's my job to get back up and win this shit, otherwise the world would forever be ruled by assholes. I can let life bring me down - everybody's gotta kneel sometimes, right? - I just can't let it keep me there. So here's to new victories and - inevitably - to new defeats: "I'll feed your darkness to my resilience as I struggle to walk on to the light..." I wrote that when I was 20 and struggling with anorexia. Would be printed on my crest if I ever had one. It even has a melody in my head. :)
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