Potter saves the day

Yellow Gal is slightly embarrassed about her previous two rants. Yet she won't delete them, b/c it's all true damnit. She has been in a bit of a rut lately.

The past few nights, she has been visiting her family in her childhood home. She perused the books in her old room, looking for something to cheer her up. Her collection included: "The Trial," by Kafka, "Life of a Slave Girl," "The Marx-Engels Reader," "Ethan Frome," a few books by James Joyce, and a book about the Japanese internment camps, to name a few.

Not exactly the most cheerful collection.

She was on the phone with a friend, bemoaning her depressing book collection, when he suggested Harry Potter. "Hmm..." she thought as she wandered to her brother's room. The first three volumes sat on his book case in their bright colors. She was just going to take them but decided to seek his permission first.

She began reading the first one last night before going to bed. She was concerned that since she had already seen the movie and had seen/heard/read all the Harry Potter hype, she may not be as entertained.

Which would put her in a worse mood.

But, as many had told her, it was a rather quick read. Even though she knew what was going to happen next, the story still managed to draw her in. A very entertaining read. She hopes to finish all three before she returns to crime-ridden Big Big City on Wednesday.

Yellow Gal finds it very interesting yet so true: a good book, no matter the intended age of the reader, will always be a good book.