Epic fantasy? Epic in length maybe! BOOM. I couldn't help but be reminded of The Pillars of the Earth whilst reading. I know it's not historical fictiEpic fantasy? Epic in length maybe! BOOM. I couldn't help but be reminded of The Pillars of the Earth whilst reading. I know it's not historical fiction, but it was the scope and detail and blah blah blah that put me in mind of it.
Now. Because the novel is so fracking long, the shortest review possible:
*It took 53 pages for the pronunciation of Kvothe's name to be explained. This is 53 pages too long. *I enjoyed the first part of the university period. Boy Wonder makes everyone fall for him because he is just.so.epic. *I hated the university period. Boy Wonder makes everyone fall for him because he is.just.so.epic. UGH.
I'm bored of writing this review just as I became bored of reading the novel. Yet at the same time all I can think about is all the things I liked/hated about said novel. It's in my head and I can't get it out. DAMN YOU, ROTHFUSS. I fear I will be drawn to the second book for this reason only. ...more
From my review of the first book, we all know I kinda loved it and kinda really like Maureen Johnson.
Why does this have lower stars? I can't quite putFrom my review of the first book, we all know I kinda loved it and kinda really like Maureen Johnson.
Why does this have lower stars? I can't quite put my finger on it. Because don't get me wrong. This is another great read.
Oh book, oh you clever clever book. You see, it's almost like a reverse of 13LB. She travels with a group of people this time! She has already come to terms with her aunt's death, she has, at least she thought she has, said her goodbye's.
So it soon becomes clear, that actually, maybe you can never really say goodbye, and maybe our goodbye is instead replaced with the heavy question of 'why?' And this novel, handles that question in places with the grace and poise of a graceful and poised thing.
Like the first novel was lacking in its goodbye, this novel is lacking in its why. The new male character, Oliver, is never truly questioned. (Until the very end.) It's almost like she can't bring herself to ask what everyone else is screaming, 'why are you doing this!?' To ask that question would be to unleash 'why?' on the world in general. And there is too much stuff that Ginny can never know the answer to in this novel to allow herself to ask why.
What I kind of love the most about this book, is despite there being two male characters, it is always Ginny I am most interested in. I'm not too bothered that Keith has seemingly turned into a bit of a douche over night. Sure I'm intrigued by Oliver, but never really as much as I am intrigued by what Ginny is going to do next; how she is going to respond and react.
Perhaps the reason I have given this one star lower than the first book is because it could never have been as new and fresh as it. It is a second instalment. A second instalment that even visits most of the same places over again. Perhaps Ginny says it best with, "You can never visit the same place twice... By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before." Oh clever, clever book. This is why it was always inevitable it was never going to be Keith. Why she was always going to end up planning to come back to Britain by the end. Why the last little blue envelope had to cut off with no conclusion.
Because of all the whys? and inevitableness of life.
What is there to say? I truly don't think there is another story out there like this! What a breath of fresh air amidst a market that feels saturatedWhat is there to say? I truly don't think there is another story out there like this! What a breath of fresh air amidst a market that feels saturated with vampires and werewolves!
I read this on a short trip back to London. My home town. In fact, I grew up in Jack the Ripper land, I am cockney through and through, and am just so pleased that somebody has finally written a really good YA novel set in my stomping ground.
I think Johnson describes place and scenery with an almost magic touch. You feel as though you are there. From The Underground details to the colloquial Britishisms - she deserves 5 stars.
For her female protagonist, who I really love. Babbling incoherence and really funny humour included - she deserves 5 stars.
I love that it always feels like Maureen Johnson's female characters have more to concern their selves with than boys. Don't get me wrong, she likes a certain boy. She definitely likes to make out with a certain boy. But it never feels like it takes over her life or becomes her life. There is a balance there that still allows the female character to be her own character, aside from romantic interest.
Where this loses that all important star for me was the info drop at the end. It was exposition like never seen before. Page after page of 'evil ghost' character explaining, explaining, explaining.
I'm really looking forward to reading the next in the series. I think it is going to be interesting seeing the balance between Rory's new non seer friends, and the team. It feels like there is a lot of foreshadowing in this novel to suggest it is just not going to be possible for her to go back to that 'old' life. So it will sure be interesting to see how that plays out! ...more
I must be clear from the beginning. This is perhaps the most personal review I have written. My choice of stars was difficult for this. I am a self coI must be clear from the beginning. This is perhaps the most personal review I have written. My choice of stars was difficult for this. I am a self confessed John Green fan, I believe he is amongst the best of, not only YA, but fiction writers out there in general. This is a beautifully written book. There is very little to complain about in terms of style, plot, character, etc. However I couldn't, in all good conscience, give this any higher because it sits so badly with me. I have let this novel marinate for a couple of days now before writing this, and I just keep coming back to the same issues. Namely:
Was this John Green's story to tell?
It is the human condition to attempt to find hope in hopeless situations. But let me attempt to explain how watching a 17 year old fade away truly feels. Because when the wit and words are stripped away I am not sure John did that.
It is endless. It is an unavoidable and uncontrollable and an all encompassing darkness where no hope or life or explanations exist.
There are absolutely no life lessons to be gained from watching a 17 year old cease to exist. There is no comfort. The lessons that some may claim you can achieve through the darkest night of the soul reveal most of humanity for the selfish, narcissistic beings we are.
I have come to believe there is a special kind of cruelty behind the perfectly cross stitched 'encouragement'. Those things are for the ones left over trying to make sense of the senseless.
Whilst I believe this novel acknowledges that. It tries not to, as the main protagonists claimed theirselves, set the victims of disease up as typical heroic, worldly wise characters, it still reads like a novel attempting to bring equilibrium out of disaster. The victims ultimately still are wise beyond their years. This, it seems, is an assumed side effect of a teenager coming to terms with their mortality. They use metaphors and pretentious poetry and a sharp wit and are wholly unbelievable as real life teenagers. They are constructs of an ideal. They are the literary version of Dawson's Creek, using SAT vocabulary and existential navel gazing, whilst simultaneously slamming the typical genre for using its characters to do the same.
Having lived this first hand; once with a brother who ceases to exist at 17 and a second time with a brother who is currently 2 years NEC. I am all too familiar with the need for light hearted humour at what may feel like the most inappropriate of times. But what differs from that and attempting to write a disease ridden novel that attempts to make you laugh, is apparently personal experience.
I have the right to sit around a Christmas table laughing somewhat hysterically at nothing. My living brother has the right to crack UNO-ball jokes whenever the opportunity arises. But none of the readers of this novel who have not experienced the kind of loss depicted here have a right to laugh at any of it. You can not claim it as your own unless it is yours, and in my mind that is what humour does. It is not appropriate for me to laugh along with eye jokes and blind jokes, because they are not my jokes. I am merely a voyeur in another persons tragedy, I lay no claim to having the understanding of the experience necessary to allow for laughter.
Again, let me make clear. I can not approach this book outside of my personal experience. Of course in reality I do not believe you have to have experienced everything to laugh at a joke. But in terms of purposefully trying to create humour in a novel that is fundamentally tragic, for an audience that is mostly YA, I struggle with. I struggle with it because the empty platitudes that are trying so hard to be subverted in this novel, are still being created. It is still suggesting there can be lightness and humour within the terminally dark - and it is suggesting it to people who have never experienced the terminally dark.
This read like a novel where the author has truly witnessed the emptiness of teenage terminal illness, and thankfully appears to have become more considerate and thoughtful for it. As opposed to erring on the side of platitudes. But it still read as a novel attempting to explain where the hope in hopeless situations are.
Perhaps because it is too raw a subject for me, or perhaps because the novel really is sentimental and gratuitous (granted in a different way from the norm of this genre) but this is not a book I would recommend. For sufferers, for family members of sufferers, or for well meaning people seeking to understand the hopelessness of some situations. I would recommend it for none....more
Um, ah... what... okay, so um ah, well. Um. What the eff just happened???
I can't, in all conscience, give this book 1 star. I read it and read it andUm, ah... what... okay, so um ah, well. Um. What the eff just happened???
I can't, in all conscience, give this book 1 star. I read it and read it and read it until it was all done. That, in my mind, deserves at least a two. In general I didn't mind the characters either. In fact, I might actually have loved some of them. I have no problem with Clare portraying Clary's independence through her not accepting hands/help/and slapping copious people. Whatever dude, if that is what a modern self sufficient young female is made of... okay. I really rather enjoyed Jace's cynicism and detachment. Simon was necessary and for the most part I was hoping he would have a bigger role in the next novels. Luke was lovely. The twins were bearable. Hodge was predictable.
It was all fine. Sure I felt a bit sick with all the chopping and changing of narrative viewpoints. And so what if some people read this as an amalgamation of different books/programmes/films? I have no time for that argument. Hello, Harry Potter is not the original, never read Lord of the Rings?(This is a rant for another day.)
This book loses all credibility for me when you have two young adults, 15/16 years of age, begin to engage in a romantic relationship, going so far as to snog their faces off, only to "reveal" at the end they are brother and sister. In what world (that is not Star Wars) does this make for good reading? It doesn't! It's creepy and uncomfortable and those kids would need a lot of therapy dealing with the romantic feelings they now have to attempt to ignore. Ms Clare, I care not that this is all most likely leading up to a grand finale of some Really Important Point, wherein these children probably find out they aren't related at all and are free to explore their growing sexual attraction to one another. But, MAN. NO. I prefer my YA novels to have a little more swoon and a lot less incest. Is this a fantasy novel? Or is it an exploration into the effects of incestuous feelings? I'm not really sure such a heavy and confusing subject belongs in a world where cats can communicate and fairies play in the hedgerows. ...more
I have never, in my life, heard of a penis being referred to as a gherkin. Unless this is some kind of New York youth culture thing that skipped me byI have never, in my life, heard of a penis being referred to as a gherkin. Unless this is some kind of New York youth culture thing that skipped me by as a Londoner. The same can be said for 'biscuits' in reference to BOOBIES.
It gives the Gherkin in London an entirely different image, hey! Although not really, because it always has looked like a penis. It looked like a penis when they were making it and it still looks like a penis now. Maybe all the office workers are sitting around making homophobic jokes, talking about their respective gherkins and establishing their uber-manliness via girl talk/fighting/trash talk.
What we can take from this novel though is the female workers may be doing the same. Only minus the gherkins. Because what e. lockhart is so brilliant at establishing is just how false and unhelpful it is to place certain expectations and behaviours on people based on their gender.
Girls can take as much pleasure in the 'ogling' of boys as vice versa. Boys do not have the claim on lust, and girls do not have the authority on insecurity. People are people are people and as such all people can and do experience the same emotions, feelings and issues as one another. Regardless of gender.
I thought this was a very clever little novel, that just wasn't quite as polished as it could have been. Nothing like the magic and splendour of Frankie , but we can still see the strong and exciting themes that seem to always be prevalent in e. lockhart's work. I love her....more
This should have been so good. It's got everything one (okay...me) requires from a YA novel.
New York City: Check Book loving: Check Hipster characters:This should have been so good. It's got everything one (okay...me) requires from a YA novel.
New York City: Check Book loving: Check Hipster characters: Check A jumble of loveable supporting characters: Check Homosexual brother: Check Interesting 'treasure hunt' concept: Check
But I just don't know, you guys! I found Lily to be as ridiculous as the way her family treated her. Like, was she some kind of mentally unstable girl who needed to be mollycoddled so much, just in case she flipped out and started screeching? Or was she a witty, slightly extrovert character who is still a little naive? Either one was annoying.
I found Dash to be a typical fedora wearing hipster boy, trying so hard to be deep he just comes across as confused and long winded.
The premise was so good. The idea of a romance blossoming between to people that haven't met, in secret, sharing parts of their selves that others don't see. It's like a whole reversal of cyber love. Extended emails through the means of a red moleskine.
And in general there were about a thousand different threads of awesome that could have been coxed from the novel. Perception of self, imagination of others, courage to live, risk that comes with opening up to others... the list goes on. But it somehow all fell a little flat for me. It felt like they left it all by the wayside and the subtext merged into a general attempted stab at discussing how reality differs from expectation. Quite frankly there are farbetterYA novels that deal with that.
Also. Just to note. Martha Stewart... really?!? I just don't think I can suspend disbelief enough for that little (contrived) plot twist. Lily didn't even love baking that much to warrant such a surprise in the first place!
Why have I given this three stars? Because New York is a delight. It is magical, and fanciful, and harsh, and always a character in itself. Because if there is anywhere that will be the back drop for such a over blown and ridiculous storyline as this, it is New York. In all her wind swept, snow covered, Christmas lit, 'fuck off' magic.
For people who love: Elvis, the greasy marks fast food make on the paper bag, tank tops, driving with the windows rolled down, sneaking in and out ofFor people who love: Elvis, the greasy marks fast food make on the paper bag, tank tops, driving with the windows rolled down, sneaking in and out of 2nd floor windows, the road less travelled, Southern manners, animal topiary, a good ipod playlist, scrapbooking, being confined in a car for 8+ hours every day with a cute boy, little sleep, lots of sun, very few showers.
I'll admit it. I'm obsessed with American road trips. You can find me frequently planning mine with the wonderful help of this site. I spend hours pouring over possible locations, searching for must see sites, and dreaming of In-n-Out and Sonic limeades.
I couldn't wait to read this book, but at the end of the day, it was a bit of a let down. Don't get me wrong, it's cute. There are funny moments, bits that are really quite sad, and you will never feel like you just want to throw the book across the room because the plot is so awful. I think the grief the main character is living with is handled with care, and the characters are all likeable and, again, readable. Although I don't think the development between any of the relationships in the book were very good. (Brother-sister, mother-daughter, father-son, friend friend.)
But this book wasn't WOW for me. There were subjects such as the construction of 'home', what home is, and what it means to lose ones home that were hinted at, touched vaguely upon, prodded with a french fry, then left to languish. Same with the idea of female sexuality. What it means to decide on the 'right time', what happens when it turns out the 'right time' might not actually be the 'right time', what even the hell the 'right time' is and what some of the consequences of it all are.
Of love and grief and loss and longing and decisions and consequences.
It just felt like it was missing the underlying ideas I want all good books to make me think about. Paper Towns being an example of a 'road trip' novel that does indeed go a little deeper than just all the cool new food you can try and the various places you can sleep.
You want a road trip book to change you much like a road trip would. You want to come away from it questioning life and plans and the open road. You want to step away thinking about what the link between the open road and a blank page are.
Cute book. But that is where is stops for me....more
Can I even be bothered to review this? I'm just not sure I can muster up the passion to do so, because, quite frankly, the book doesn't really createCan I even be bothered to review this? I'm just not sure I can muster up the passion to do so, because, quite frankly, the book doesn't really create any passion in me.
And this is dystopian young adult fiction, you guys. This is my thing!
What I will say: If Condie can answer the infinite amount of questions about 'The Society' and 'The Enemy' that this novel left me with, in the next instalment... I may begin to think of this as a novel more than fluff and vague dystopian ideas pulled from far superior places.
The three stars are because I though Xanda and Cassia's father were The Shit. Plus her Granddad dying actually made me cry a bit (shut up). They are all for you, gents!...more
'I'm not a little woman you need to defend.' His face hardened. 'That's exactly what you are: you're my little woman and I'm not having you sacrifice y'I'm not a little woman you need to defend.' His face hardened. 'That's exactly what you are: you're my little woman and I'm not having you sacrifice yourself for me.'
I think we get it, Stirling! You like to create female characters that are deeply damaged due to their traumatic childhood/upbringing so that one of the Benedict boys can swoop in and save them.
It wasn't until the latter half of the novel I felt Phee's unique character voice had really developed. The first part was a bit like reading Sky again. With the added bonus of the word 'shitty' thrown in.
How about next time we have a confident, independent female have to save one of the Benedict boys? Better yet, how about we have one of the Benedict boys be gay? I'm voting for Victor!
You only need read my review of Finding Sky for my thoughts on the misogynistic overtones within these books, so I won't rant this time. I will simply say, yet again, I really enjoyed this book. I enjoyed this one more so than the last! I felt the pacing was better, the action more suspenseful, the narrative flowed better as a whole.
It felt like there was more of a subtext to this novel. The idea of trusting someone, how far do you go to trust someone, should you ever really trust anyone.
More to the point I'm growing to bloody well love the Benedicts, especially gay Victor and cheeky Xav. ...more
*There may be spoilers lurking in this here place. Although probably not. We can all guess how a YA paranormal romance is going to end, surely?*
I have*There may be spoilers lurking in this here place. Although probably not. We can all guess how a YA paranormal romance is going to end, surely?*
I have to pre-empt this review by saying I enjoyed this book. I enjoyed this book like I enjoyed Twilight. It's embarrassing and awkward and I will forever remember that one night I stayed up till 4am finishing it with a shame and fondness in equal measure.
Because I need to be clear here. I just don't think this was very good!
It was full of little gems such as,
"He'd offered me love- it was something unique- like a Faberge egg- which I proceeded to smash."
The main male character, Zed, jumped from being a crazy bad boy to accosting Sky in the street and informing her that she was his. His soulfinder. Romantic, or what?! When this move clearly wasn't working for him, he reverted to wooing her. Only it seemed to involve a lot of brushing her hair off her face and asserting his dominance by protecting her teeny, tiny female frame.
Are you getting that I did not appreciate the gender dynamics in this novel? Just because you make your female protagonist um and ah about whether she believes in soulfinders, whether she wants to be a part of this paranormal gift she has discovered in herself, does not make her a independent, assertive woman.
Zed treated her like the fragile egg talked about in the awful simile above. He even tells her how he is not willing for her to pay for the dates, because heaven forbid a woman should have any of her own money!
And let's talk about this heteronormative 'soulfinder' construct. Sky actually touches on it slightly, at one point she throws out a comment about how she is not happy with the lack of choice left to her through the whole idea. Yet we never get the impression that she is actually all that grossed out by it. She soon becomes distracted by his glorious eyelashes or some shit. There is no room for a gay savant in this world. Or not that Stirling touches on in this novel. The whole idea relies on their being a masculine, strong, dominant man, ready to protect his little lady at any time. In fact, if you don't find your soulfinder you will forever roam the earth searching for them. Risking the chance of 'turning bad' without them to balance you out.
Still it was nice for Jacob Zed to finally get Bella Sky, huh?
Here's what I wish: I wish they had been older. I'm talking at least 18 or so. And I wish Sky had actually had relationships outside of Zed, heavens knows Zed did. But oops, I'm sorry, I'm forgetting again that the female has to be the pure, inexperienced maiden.
I wish somebody had done a better job editing this shiz, because in parts it was clunky to read. The scenes did not flow together properly and it feels like there was a lot of repetition in Sky's inner dialogue.
I wish Stirling hadn't gone for the predictable school stereotypes. And I wish she would have spent more time building up the relationships between Sky and her friends. Rather than just telling us about it.
I wish Nelson hadn't called Sky a 'muppet' in jest, because I don't know any American that would use that word.
I mostly wish I hadn't enjoyed this book as much as I did. I know it's wrong, I don't appreciate the message it gives to young girls across the world, and I don't think it does anything for gay rights/equality. But here I go, about to crack open Stealing Phoenix anyway....more
Here we go then. Yes I will be comparing this to Anna, how can one not? It is a companion novel, Anna and Etienne were guest stars of this novel, LolaHere we go then. Yes I will be comparing this to Anna, how can one not? It is a companion novel, Anna and Etienne were guest stars of this novel, Lola will eventually lead on to the final companion novel in this series. They are interlinked is what I'm saying!
It was okay. It was an easy to read, teen, chick lit romance novel. It had funny parts, a set of (generally) likeable characters, the beautiful backdrop of San Francisco, a female protagonist who "found herself" by the end of the novel, and enough contrived romance to make most teen girls hearts to flutter.
But this is also where it disappoints. It felt like that is all it was, it felt like it was trying so hard to be something a little bigger, and a little better, but for some reason it just didn't work.
The reason I loved Anna so much is because it was vibrant with layers.It portrayed the feeling of young love beautifully. It used characters to wonderful effect, there was a whole undertone of expectation not meeting reality, but learning to be okay with that anyway. Because that is life, and our expectations of things and places and people are very rarely in line with the reality of those things. The subtext outweighed the cliche, and the characters were all so gloriously flawed that it worked.
*There might be things classed as spoilers from here.*
I felt like Lola tried to build on this. There was stuff about people's imperfections being another's perfection. There was the whole idea of appearances being deceiving, in Lola's clothes, in her broken mother who was often the voice of reason, in the beautiful girl next door actually being quite nasty. There was a whole lot of luna imagery and a main character who talks to the moon when she is scared/worried/unsure. A moon that can represent madness, or hope, or femininity or...? There was the boy next door waiting around for the girl already in a relationship, ensuring we all understood that this was the re-telling of Anna.
Yet it was all of this that fell short for me. I never really felt there was a clear idea of whether Lola's costumes were her hiding or her thriving. Cricket was perfect. There were none of the character flaws that made Anna and Etienne so compelling. Her current boyfriend, Max, went from delight to douche in a number of pages. Going so far as leaving me with an awkward Lolita reference.
Perhaps this all wouldn't have been so bad if the image I was left with wasn't Cricket literally dressing up Lola and doing her hair, as if she is some kind of doll. Lola, after all her soul searching, after her 'filling up time' becomes a girl/woman who can't dress herself without the help of her perfect boyfriend. *Shudder*
I can't help but feel it would have been a stronger novel if all these things had come together more succinctly. If maybe the whole point had been that we all must be honest, even if we do not truly know ourselves yet.
On saying that. I would still really love a mini luminous universe to carry around in my pocket. Goodness knows I do love anything moon related. And Etienne and Anna still kinda stole the show for me, even if they did have a weird co-dependence thing going on....more
I have read this every year for as long as I can think of. The review below the spoiler cut was my initial review, but as, naturally, I have changed oI have read this every year for as long as I can think of. The review below the spoiler cut was my initial review, but as, naturally, I have changed over time, so too have my thoughts on this novel. I'm leaving my original review up below, but suffice to say, I have a whole lot more I want to say. I can't help but feel my re-review is a lot more thoughtful than my original. **********************************
I remember sobbing uncontrollably at the death of Cedric Diggory. Up until that point, things had been pretty rough, sure, but nobody had died. Well, aside from Harry’s parents. But nobody that I had come to know! But what has this got to do with book 5? Well, bear with me. You see, I think my initial reading of this was just as much marred by the death of Cedric as Harry’s experience is. I came into it with certain expectations. I came into with the need for comfort from Hogwarts, with the expectations that Dumbledore would protect and comfort me, that Harry would bounce back just like he did from burning a man’s face off, stabbing a basilisk and seeing the possibility of a life with his godfather fly off on a hippogriff. What I got, instead, was a detailed depiction of a 15 year old boy suffering with trauma. Complete with flashbacks, triggering, overwhelming emotion, anxiety and depression. And at the time of my initial reading, I was able to deal with that with about as much grace as Harry himself does. I’ve read this book every year since 2011 (quite a while after my initial reading). And every year it has grown for me. Every year I find something else poignant in this episode. You see, I no longer view it as an annoying ramble of an angsty 15 year old. I view the book as doing 2 things. 1) Being an honest portrayal of trauma. I see this as being the book that encapsulates everything Harry has been through in his life already. This is the book where it all comes to a head; where as a human being he literally can take no more. It is 1000 pages of sheer frustration, of pain and questioning. And I see now that it is necessary.
But more than that, it is: 2) As close to a ‘traumatic’ experience for the reader as J. K. Rowling could give. You see, from the offset I am put on unsettled footing. Dementors attack, and yes, Dumbledore is there for the trial, but I see nothing of him after. He disappears as quickly as he arrived. Then, the place I go to for comfort as much as Harry, Hogwarts, has been infiltrated by Umbridge. A woman of pure evil. Before this, Hagrid is not even there to meet me from the train. Everything about this experience is the opposite to what I expect and need from the novel. All of this causes a very real physical response within me. I am made to feel as close to uncomfortable and despondent as possible, just like Harry feels. You see, when I read this novel now, I see it as an absolutely genius episode. Not only furthering the story. Not only portraying trauma. But as an actual physical representation of the discomfort and upset Harry feels. On top of this, on reread, its pages are laced with equal amounts of pathos and humour. My heart aches during all the interactions with The Order, every conversation with Sirius, my eyes water at the exit of Fred and George. Luna Lovegood is a shining beacon and Ginny begins to blossom in this novel. What I am saying, what I am taking 500+ words to bang on about is: I no longer see this novel as unnecessary and never ending. No. In fact, it might be one of the novels I come back to over and over again to relish in the human emotion Rowling depicts so beautifully.
Original review under the cut. (view spoiler)[Original review, first posted in 2011.
"Er..." said Harry, standing in front of The Fat Lady who impatiently tapped her fingers. "COULD YOU TWO SHUTUP FOR ONE BLOODY MINUTE!" Harry yelled at Ron and Hermoine, who had been bickering over who had the biggest balls. Hermoine, sniffing prissily, yelled the password whilst throwing Harry a nasty look and the three scrambled through the hole that had appeared behind the frame.
Don't read this. Harry whined, Hermoine and Ron bickered, Dumbledore was illusive until he decided to spend the last 25 pages giving a monologue explaining why he had been so illusive.
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