Dallas Texas is a miserable place. Oh sure, it's got a few gems scattered about, and if you live near one of these you can fool yourself into being OK with living in hell. Malls aren't that bad, are they? Strip malls aren't THAT BAD, are they? Suburbs that sprawl an hour in any given direction... a culture that celebrates gluttony, highways highways highways... but it's not that bad really... is it?
Worst of all was the heat. Summers last forever. I remember standing in front of my loft building in downtown Dallas - the sun had set, but it was still so hot that the wind whipping down my street felt like a hairdryer on the back of my neck. It was inescapable.
Needless to say, I spent a lot of time at the movies. When it's 100+ degrees outside, an air conditioned theatre is bliss.
I looked at the screen in disbelief after the preview for the first Harry Potter film. It was the summer of 2001. I hadn't read Harry Potter yet, but the woman I was dating was absolutely nutty over the whole thing. She kept pressuring me to read the book. "You've got to read it before the movie is released." But It all seemed so dumb. ...Witches and wizards and whatever. This band of kids looked like something out of a bad Saturday morning cartoon as far as I was concerned. "Really, you must read the book." she demanded, as if she hadn't just said it five seconds ago. "You simply MUST!"
Excuse me? I must breathe in. I must breathe out. Beyond that and a few other basic human functions, everything's an option.
I borrowed her damn book and read half of the first damn chapter before I put the damn thing down and thought "damn is this dumb."
Two months passed before I picked up that book again. This time, I finished the first chapter. I read the entire book for that matter. And then I read the second. And the third. And the fourth.
I was hooked.
Fast Forward to three years later on a sunny Friday afternoon in Portland Oregon. I wasn't happy about standing in line for twenty minutes under the summer sun just to get into the theatre, and though yesterday's 85 degrees is a far cry from the triple digit temps of way back when in Texas, I complained anyway... but there's nowhere I'd have rather been than at the theatre for the opening day of Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban. Though the second Potter movie was just plain average - proving to be quite a disappointment - this third film more than made up for it.
With a friend by my side, a bag of popcorn in my lap and magic on the big screen - life was good.
Jesse Thompson said:
Ok, so now how would you rate reading the next book vs breathing in and out? lol :)::::: | June 5, 2004 1:15 PM
Good question! I know I'll buy book six the day it's released, but I'm not holding my breath until then, that's for sure!
I wonder when it'll be done?::::: | June 5, 2004 1:25 PM