Brace yourselves, readers. You're entering a blog with belligerent rants/reviews, chaotic writings, incompetent; pointless fangirling... and, oh yeah, GIFS. Fuckloads of them... did I also mention some swearing? I'm an eighteen-year-old girl majoring in Theatre Arts. I may not be an excellent writer, but gosh, I love doing it.
Day 3: Your favourite Series
Day 4: Favourite book of your favourite series.
Going to do these two together since I missed Day 3 and won't be saying a lot about it.
Day 3: Hands down the Harry Potter series.
Day 4: My favourite book from that series would have to be Order of the Phoenix. Now I know what you all are thinking: "WHAT??? I hated that book, it made me so mad!" That's what I loved about it. Of course, I placed myself in the rest of the series and experienced the magic, love, loss, and friendship, but, for the weekend that I devoured this, it truly felt like I was there. I don't remember sleeping or eating, that's how vivid this book was.
I wanted to stop reading this book because it made me so angry (but not in a bad way... if you understand what I mean). I wanted to be finished with Hogwarts just like Harry -- I did not blame him for packing his bags since I already done just that. Do not even get me started on the betrayal of Percy Weasley. I felt what Ron was feeling. it felt like I lost a brother, too. This book was dark. Very, very dark. It's so hard to explain and talk about the things I loved about this.
And Sirius... god I'm going to start crying again.