So recently I devoured this book for my job. Just know you should definitely read it.
The downside of being in editorial reared its head when the sequel came in the office. I eagerly devoured that as well. After episodes of fist pumping and clenching my kindle as events unfolded, I finished and eagerly looked around. I needed to fangirl so hard over it.
And I was the only one who had read it.
I know, you are probably thinking, gosh, it must suck to read for a living. I am not complaining about that. Love my job.
BUT when you are the only one who has read something and you desperately want to share your love of a book, it can suck. No one can understand why you have been ruined for the day. RUINED. The book was so good, all you want to do is talk about it, and instead you have to sit there quietly since no one has read it. NO ONE.
So now I wait for you guys to read the first book, so I can fangirl about that one at least. But still…
Sarah Fine, I blame you for my lack of productivity on the submission pile lately.
So as you probably noticed, I have dropped off the map a bit. Between work, work reading, fun reading, and sleep, I haven’t been around much.
So shocker: I decided to join Instagram. (I am so old, don’t judge).
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Warning: this is more personal than this site. You should expect to see pictures of food, my work shenanigans, and anything else that hits my fancy. But it will give you a peak behind the curtain.
I have been meaning to write about this for a month, but busy is the life I lead. J. K. Rowling recently announced that she would be making a continuation (not a prequel) of the Harry Potter story through a stage play.
My first reaction was one of joy and anger. Joy because I grew up with this series. And I do mean grew up. Not to give away my age or anything, but the first book published when I was in the 4th grade, the last one when I was in 12th, and the last film the year of my college graduation in 2007. Harry Potter book ended my childhood.
But here’s the thing: I was a child living in poverty. We didn’t have money to go to plays. We barely had the money to cover food. But when those books came out, my mom made sure I had one. To me, Harry Potter was a escape from my world. And it would surprise me one bit to learn that my situation was true for a lot for kids. So it really angered me to see this development. Movies, books, tangible mediums are easily accessible and pay for themselves over time as you use them. A West End stage play can only be experienced once. The price is fixed. SO how will millions of readers, who may not have the money to see the play, or fly to England, enjoy the continuing story of Harry?
Harry Potter doesn’t belong just to Rowling anymore; he belongs to us all, and using theater as her story medium really excludes people from that shared collective story.