stuff is cool

Apparently the novel I am currently reading, Forever Amber by Kathleen Winsor, was quite scandalous when it was published in 1947. According to Wikipedia, 14 states banned it as pornography. It is, of course, about The Restoration, because that’s all I read about these days. And granted, those were bawdy times. But I am about 100 pages in to the 726 page book, and I haven’t seen a singe bit of indecency. In fact, in the one sex scene so far, I had to reread the section several times to realize that intercourse had actually occurred! Either I am reading a wildly abridged and censored version (this edition is from 1971), or it’s about to get a lot sexier, OR people in 1947 were way more uptight than I ever imagined.

Forgive me, friends who have had this rant emailed to them and also seen it on my Facebook notes. I am ranting all over the place.

SPOILERS

I just finsihed Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and . . . HATED IT. It was a train wreck! It had no surprises! It relied on weak theories, weak ideals, and weakly explained magic. It pushed so many characters into the background that i actually got sick of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. And Dumbledore this, Dumbledore that. Where was Sirius? Why was Lupin barely involved? Snape didn’t show up until the last 1/4 of the looooong book. The entire Malfoy family faded into the wallpaper! What the hell!?

Oh man am I not happy. Order of the Phoenix remains my favorite book, but now if I go back and read it, I won’t have that anticipation of answers to come, because I know how lame the ending is.

Was anyone else totally underwhelmed? Did anyone else have a problem with the poorly explained re-tread of “Harry and Voldemeort 2 gether 4 ever.” For that matter, Voldemort’s death was a huge anticlimax.

The whole book was an anti-climax. The more I think about it, the more I don’t like it. I am going to tell my grandfather not to bother to buy me the UK edition when he goes to England.

It’s the end of an era for me, and not in the way I expected.

Though I do have guests with me for the weekend (the lovely Jen and the strapping Matt), they are over at Little Woodrow’s while I am at home, resting my severely stubbed toe. Yes, I am now accident-prone on top of being “sickly.” I snagged my toe on the the bedsheet of my office bed, which is on the floor. I wrenched it well enough to somehow make it bleed, and today it have a deep purple bruise wrapped around it. And I can’t put any weight on it. FABULOUS!

I do plan to meet up with my guests, Aaron, one of Aaron’s sisters, and Reed and Becca (two very nice friends of Matt who I met at dinner) at Komodo once they finish up at LW’s. Komodo is across the street, in hobbling range.

In the meantime, I am starting to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at last, but just a few pages in I realized I had forgotten quite a bit, so I have been on Wikipedia catching up. And thus my mind began to wander and I made up my own wizard name. Circinia Deepwater. I would, of course, be a good witch. Danny must be a Deepwater as well, as my husband. But he can make up his own first name.