Rowan Metzner Metzner itibaren Zhdamirovo, Tulskaya oblast', Rusya, 301010
Oh man how long ago I loved this shit 12+ years ago when drunk and my hair was all crazy before crazy hair was even close to cool and I was all like I'm the late 20th century's carbohydrate-addled Artuad update and I was all about how Van Gogh was suicided by society and oooooo ccccccaaaaaa hhhhhhaahahahaha kkkkkkskskskss ththshshthht how i loved those pages of chanting - definitely worth checking out, especially if you've ever seen that silent movie about that Joan of Arc chick that Artaud's in - he also was a founding Surrealist but thought Breton was a total loser and also believed he was the reincarnation of Arthur Rimbaud because if you compress the name Arthur Rimbaud you get Artaud.
It was September 1998; the third Harry Potter book had just been released. Pottermania? What's that? It was still unknown except to a vast population of younglings who'd read it... and I fell in love. Oh, how I fell in love. I fell in love with the poor, starved-for-affection, later known to be a twit Harry. I fell in love with the pretentious know-it-all Hermione. I fell in love with the awkward, grew-up-in-his-brother's-shadows Ron... and most of all? I fell in love with the snarky, unplatable, snarling, rude, hygienically-disinclined professor of potions, Severus Snape. Almost ten years later, I'm still obsessed with it in many ways. This came out so very quickly after the third book! And unfortuately, this is when it all changes. I think this is definitely the book that marks the change between the first part of the series and the latter. Because of the direct result of what happens throughout the course of the novel, we have the Harry of Book 5... And but of course, we have the first inkling that perhaps Severus Snape is more than meets the eye. 0_0