I will never cease to be amazed by books. Seriously. Just think about it: thousands of people read the same book but in each one’s mind the characters look different and the setting changes and we’re all reading the same thing but it’s so unique to each of us. That is insanely cool.
I have two moods
One is highly sophisticated intellectual who goes into complex thoughts and is always moody and deep
the other is an immature 5 year old that doesn’t know how to control herself or her language or her actions
there is no inbetween
It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone.
Imagine how Mcgonagall felt seeing harry catch Neville’s remembrall outside of her window. She must have been so happy because new seeker but at the same time she was probably like omg this child, just like his father can’t believe i have to go through this shit again. And then finding Harry and Ron in the bathroom with the troll and being like Jesus Christ I can’t even deal with James/Sirius part 2. It’s only October and you guys are battling trolls in the toilets.