Can This One Be About Harry Potter?

I'm a nerd. Everyone should know and accept that by now. In my last semester in college for my English degree, I took a Harry Potter class. Yep, I did. It didn't capture my interest as much as I would have thought. Probably because I'm not an obsessive nut (about some things, yes, but an underage fictional wizard, no). I admire JK Rowling for creating a world that so many people have bought into - including me. She's created characters that we're interested and plots that are giant. Her descriptive details paint pictures. And dare I say, her Harry Potter series allows all ages the benefit of escapism. I can get lost in Hogwarts. Hogsmeade. Whatever. Her words (not the most intellectual, but hey, it's a kid's book) let me leave the problems and concerns that I have right here at the entrance of each book. When I cross the threshold and open the cover, I worry about Harry, Ron and Hermione. Sometimes about the house elves.

Harry is a character that believes in his destiny to do the right thing and change the world on that one principle. Hermione is proud to be smart and sure of herself and does no back down to boys. Ron is conflicted, but always supportive and heroic. The list goes on and on. There is a definite right and wrong and sometimes the "good" characters falter because Rowling chooses to show them as human. Well, magical, but human nonetheless. I enjoy books like these much more than the book I just read about affairs and vows broken and fingers cut off that I just read (not a big fan of The Mermaid Chair).

In house news, with a little pushing of C, he found us a stainless steel oven/stove combo for $250. I might come back to the house this weekend and find the brown oven ripped out of the wall. We're really going to have a nice kitchen someday. Hopefully, soon. I have plans for a great workspace across from the sink, perhaps with a long span of butcher block instead of counter top. I think I'm calling it the extreme work station or something like that. Go look over at The Stories for a creepy villanelle I wrote for a poetry class.