Monday, August 6, 2007

3000 Pages Later

While pregnancy gradually ruled out strenuous physical activity for Delores, we found ourselves immersed in 3000 pages of J. K. Rowling's fantastic Harry Potter series. I hadn't intended to read any of them at all; but after perusing a handful of rich pages, I couldn't help myself anymore.

I followed Harry during his many late-night excursions; sometimes long after the sun went down on the muggle world I hold so dear. I couldn't put the books down.

At long last, the final, thrilling, scene drew to a close and I struggled to catch my breath as though I had finished a race. Neville won my respect, Malfoy my pity, and I was duly surprised by wonderful twists and turns. Monday night was the first full night's-worth of rest I have had since I first entered Hogwarts with Harry.

I chuckled to myself. I recognized a feeling of denial. Is it really over? It felt like the same denial I felt when I finished my degree. A month of immersive pleasure-reading felt like a lifetime, and it feels somewhat peculiar to peer out at my unmagical world and resume muggle life again.

sigh

At least, I say to myself, my baby girl may want to hear daddy read to her. I can't wait to see those eyes of wonder.

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