I finished Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets an hour or so ago, and then immediately started book 3, but only got a few pages in before I had to make food. Is it ironic that I'm reading a book set in England on the 4th of July? This may have been the third book that I've ever read not set in the United States.
I watched almost all the movies (my family is still in debate if we've all seen the last one) when I was very young, and I remembered a lot of it (because I watched it A LOT of times (when I was like 3...)), but the stories are still very enjoyable for me. People have also reminded me of spoilers that I had forgotten, but it only makes me want to read those parts more, because then I can understand everything at a deeper level. This is me getting all philosophical about how it's the journey that matters, and I do believe this, but what I believe more is that if you show up someplace without knowing why/how you got there, will you have any emotion towards it?
I'm getting off topic.
My point is that when I saw T. M. Riddle for the first time, I knew it was Voldermort, but it still didn't keep me from wanting to know what the characters did, and what their intentions were. I totally forgot about the Hermonie thing, and that didn't make it any more or less special than the spider scene.
This is all to justify putting off reading Harry Potter for such a long time.
Quickly: is it possible for me to read books 5, 6, and 7 in three days, or is that just wishful thinking? Anyway, I'm going to get back to the Prisoner of Azkaban
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