Usually when I go back to my parents’ house, I read fantasy novels and relax. I tried to work over Thanksgiving break but was completely scatterbrained, so instead I read Harry Potter vols 2 through 6, and uh..
Well, I enjoyed them. I’d always admitted to enjoying the first one, but I shamelessly enjoy a lot of bad fantasy. Anyway, they’re pretty freaking funny, moreso as the series goes on, and a lot of the obnoxious things from the first book make more sense as time goes on. They’re well above par for the genre, though I still don’t quite what the huge fuss is about.
You happy, Megan? I won’t be getting any less half-hearted, so don’t hold out.