fever

J.K.Rowling deserves every last penny of whatever millions of pounds she has earned from writing Harry Potter.
the last harry potter installment was delivered onto my doorstep at 10am yesterday. i started reading it properly at 9pm on till 4am that morning. the next day i got up at 8am to feverishly continue, i couldnt stop, i was mesmerized, gripped, hooked, cast a spell upon. whatever. it was a strange feeling. when i was reading, i wasnt hungry, tired nor ever sleepy. my dad came at 10,(not half as welcome an interlude as it rightfully should be, haha) i drove him to ladenburg, a gorgeous little town just off heidelberg where we strolled around, laid on the grass and had the most amazing lunch in this little restaurant that had a secret cosy little garden at the back where customers dined. (:
after we got back, i finally laid the book to rest at 4pm, whereupon i collapsed into bed, completely emotionally exhausted. i've lost track of the the number of times i cried when reading, i laughed, i panicked, i swore, i was frustrated, i was in pain, i was so scared my eyes flew across the pages, not taking anything in until i'd turned the page and released the breathe that i didnt even know was holding, once i've discovered that harry and his friends have escaped, unscathed. i missed my best friend while i was reading, i knew if she was with me, by my side, she would have understood every single feeling, a harry potter fan as great as i am. many a time i wanted to pick up the phone to call her, if not for the time difference.
a book, a mere book has the outrageous effects of a potent drug on me, and i loved it. i loved the fairy tale ending, i took it all in, the cheesiness, a beautiful gift after all that angst, suffering, pain. i will miss harry potter so much. i've been with harry on every step of the way, it feels like i'm parting with a friend....