Two-thirds? Around there.

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.


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.