I thought it was such a good idea to blog reading Deathly Hallows. I thought it'd be all this, that and the other thing every hundred pages or so.
I CAN'T TEAR MYSELF AWAY.
Not to do other work that needs doing. Not for the complicated project. Not to clean the house for the friend that's coming tomorrow. I did make dinner, and then I ate too much of it (downright decadent homemade mac & cheese, if you were curious).
Even now, the book is calling. Things are happening. Darkness and strife. Excitement and downtime.
I miss certain things, I do. But I shan't tell you what they are. I am adamantly anti-spoiler; it doesn't ruin the story, but it changes the journey, be it a surprise ending or not. You see it differently; it takes a different shape.
My shape today is that of Lump on Couch. Back to it.