Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Okay, this one still choked me up here and there, but I did better, my friends!
I do find it really hard not to get depressed every time a very specific character makes an appearance. Those who have read to the end, probably know to whom I am referring, but in an effort to hold down the spoilers, I’ll keep it as vague as I can.
The second Harry Potter book is one of my favorites in the series. Not the movie, I might add – reading it isn’t so bad, but there’s something disturbing about watching someone vomit slugs, oh and the spiders… Besides which, I think The Chamber of Secrets was the most awkward when it came to the age of the actors.
The book, however, was a complete shock to me when I initially picked it up. There are whispers from the walls, “…rip…tear…kill” and there’s blood pouring, and eyes being plucked out and what not. I hadn’t, when I read it, expected that it was going to enter into scary gore-world. I remember being pleased that it shot for a more adult audience almost straight off the bat.
And there’s something about a deep, sinister, somewhat elusive history that really gets me into a book. I absolutely love back story, so the story of Tom Riddle had me glued to it, even the second time around.
I wish I had the stamina to just read these books over and over and over and over and over and over and over…this world is marvelous, is it not?
