Um, so I wonder if now is a good time for the confession. Me and fiction, not a good mix. I tend to take it a little too...real.
So, I decided now was a good time to re-read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I mean, I've read and re-read the last one. I've read Half-Blood Prince 3 times now. The first 4 I've lost count of how many times I've read them. Twice for Order of the Phoenix is a bit pathetic really. Surely I can put behind me the fact that it caused a week long minor depression before.
Apparently not. I couldn't get past the first chapter because I was thinking so much about what happens that I ended up in floods of tears. I can't believe I take a fictional character so much to heart (well, actually I can - I've done this before, although not with books I'm likely to re-read). But the thing is, it's the sheer unmitigated waste of a life that gets to me. So much potential, so little chance.
I also cried during history lessons when we were studied the World Wars. I don't think there's hope this is going to get better. So I'd better accept that's the one book I own that I won't be re-reading. Now wondering if I dare watch the film...