Lost in the Potter-verse

I came across this poem again....yay StumbleUpon - "Date a Girl Who Reads".  I truly am "that girl"...

Right now, I'm starting to think that it embodies my "lost penguin"....the one I'm looking for that will sing my song back to me.  I want to get lost....and I want someone who will be willing to let me get lost, then come along for the ride. "Own bookshelf that's actually full of books" has always been on my "Must-have" list of guys I'd be willing to date. 
My friend Timmy put it best once, "When you go home with a guy and you have a chance to look around his house, make sure you can find a bookshelf.  And make sure it's full of books, and not just texts.  If you can't find one, or his only book happens to be in the bathroom...Get. Out. Fast." 


Good. Sound. Advice.  Easy to understand; hard to follow. 


I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.  I'm so totally and completely stuck in the Potter-verse.  So much so that I want to blast through the remaining 3 novels (I received the entire set as a Christmas present once upon a time) instead of sticking to my "reading plan" where I read 2 non-fiction books I've purchased between works of fiction; partly to keep myself balanced, but mostly simply so that I can blast through the pile of 60-odd books that I've accumulated  over the past 3 years in the same order (or close to) that I purchased them.  (Note I also record the purchase date in the front cover of the books I buy....sadly my next read was purchased in August 2010.  I have some serious catching up to do). 

Right now, I'm that girl lost in her book in this poem.  I'm completely lost in a made-up universe....and I don't really care.  I'm pretty sure the reason I'm lost somewhere else is because, in all honesty, the world I'm in just kinda sucks.  It's pretty boring.  I would much rather be playing my position as a Beater in a Quidditch game, zooming by on my Nimbus 2000.  I want to be learning how to brew potions to help me to transform into someone or something else...so I can figure out why things just seem a little "off".  I guess I've found my escape.  I want to stay there for a little bit.  There's cookies....and Butterbeer. 


I'm also in the middle of re-decorating my new place, or at least tossing around ideas to re-decorate my new place to my own liking.  I bought some really sweet-ass antique furniture, but it's every shade of sea-foam green....kind of matches the puke lavender and peach walls in my living room.  It's all so ugly that it works unusually well together.

 For now I'll leave the living room alone; I really want to tackle my bedroom.  The walls are yellow.  That's gotta go.  There's holes in the walls.  They've gotta be patched.  There's shelves to put up and move around....and I have just enough room to make my own little "Reading Escape Corner"....like the little grove upstairs at McNally Robinson....with the bench and the trees and the astroturf.  (I couldn't find an image, but trust me....if you saw it, you'd love it and want one.)  I have enough space to make my own cozy little corner, with a comfy chair, some shelves, mood lighting, pillows and a hot cup of coffee.  Only thing is...now that I have the space, I haven't quite made up my mind what I want to put there.  As far as I'm concerned, a pile of pillows or a GIANT BEANBAG CHAIR would be more than fine.  I think I'll paint the walls first and move around my existing stuff before I make a decision.  I'm sure the right piece of furniture will speak to me....for the right price too. 


I'm just really stoked that I'll have a corner that I can escape to when the world gets a little tough.  I can open a book and get swept away, in my own imagination.  By the time it's finished, I may even be able to escape into the Potter-verse again.