Fevers are appropriate, however, as we're back with Harry in the summer, under the hot blankets with a flashlight doing homework. Chapter 1 of The Prisoner of Azkaban is a good, steady re-introduction. The pace slowed noticeably from the first book to the second, and from the second to third it's slowed yet again. Well, so there is something to the fact that each consecutive book gets larger and larger! It makes sense. Now that we are more familiar with the intricacies of the Potter universe, we can take our time and explore the back-roads . . . enjoy the scenery.
I like reading about owl post in action; and it's characteristic of the wizarding world, which seems to exist in an eternal crisis (if that's the right word) between the archaic and the modern. You can throw some powder in the chimney, walk into the fireplace, and end up in another town altogether, but apparently it takes a Galleon prize drawing to be able to afford a trip to Egypt. Of course, we Muggles see it as charming, but for the wizard-born-and-raised, wouldn't the e-mail and the text message seem more magical? And what separates magic from science, in a universe where magic seems to lack all elements of spirituality and is a naturally found occurrence? It reminds me of the passage in The Lord of the Rings when Lady Galadriel kindly tells Sam that what he considers "elf-magic" is for them art, skill, and science.
I'm also happy that, at last, Harry had a good birthday.
Jenna's conjuring pumpkin recipes over at Hagrid's. Before she did that, though, I found a most extraordinary thing in a (non-magical) schoolroom the other day.
the price tag for ordering online! So we'll stick with Jenna's experiments for now. At least, my roasted pumpkin seeds came out pretty tasty!