Ugh. I am way too tired. Must nap after work.

Why am I tired? Because I’m an idiot who resolves to go to bed at 10 and then stays up until 3am going through the archives of an ml that I’ve been on for some time, reading and rereading fic. But it’s all JK Rowling’s fault, because if she hadn’t written those books, there would a) have been no fic and thus no mailing list and b) there would have been no game that I was busy making a character for and thus didn’t get to the archives until around 11.

I don’t know why I’ve been such an HP fangirl lately. I feel like I want to read the books again, and I did reread 1, but I just read them in August! I know I’d get bored if I read them. But… it’s like what happened with me and Eddings 3 years ago. It was like a horrible addiction. I’d read through the books and then start again at 1. I don’t think I really read anything else (aside from the occasional Agatha Christie) the entire year I was in grad school. And then, as abruptly as it came, the mania ended and I haven’t been able to touch one of the books since. It’s very odd.

I sense I’m in danger though, with HP. It’s happened to me with other series (notably, Lloyd Alexander’s Prydain books and Madeleine L’Engle’s Kairos books) where I’ll read them and just obsess over 2 or 3 of the characters to the point where they’re mine. And then I can’t read the book again for years because sometimes I’ve remembered things wrong and it pains me to have whatever other plotlines I’ve come up with involving these characters contradicted. I’m not really good with AUs. I am not going to go that route with HP. I keep telling myself that.