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Book #11- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The fall always makes me want to re-read this book, and after the fourth time I'm still amazed at how ridiculously, emotionally attached I am to this series.  This final installment is certainly the one I've read the most, because it's quite simply the most fulfilling ending that I could possibly imagine.  By now, most people should realize that, although Harry's adventures are certainly kid-friendly, they're just as much for adults, and nowhere is that point made perfectly clear than in this, the darkest of all of the books; and yet, that blazing white light at the end of the tunnel is difficult to ignore.
For me, although the ultimate showdown is the inevitable one between Harry and, of course, Lord Voldemort, it's not really about them.  We've had six books to work out where we stand on those two.  Heck, by the end of the first book, we all knew who to root for.  No, this book …

Sir Re-Mix-A-Lot

"Glee" has made the "mash-up" somewhat fashionable in music, and I must say, they tend to have more hits than misses (listen to the Umbrella/Singin' In the Rain mash HERE) even if they're not the most original of ideas (see Jamie Cullum's original mash-up from 2009 HERE).  And if you don't know who Jamie Cullum is, he's the man behind the theme song to Gran Torino.  But this, shockingly to some, is not a blog about Glee.  This is a blog about a different kind of mash-up.
Every once in a while I come across a Youtube video that manages to combine a song and a separate visual so perfectly that I'm often jealous that I haven't thought of it myself.  In most cases, in the best cases, these combinations bring both a better understanding of the content of the song and the visual, making me want to listen to the song over and over again, and re-watch the film or show that it's from.  Sure there are a ton of really horrible thin…

Bad, bad, bad, bad make me feel so good

What is it about females, myself included, that makes us always love a good bad boy.  In obvious moments, they're the bad boys who secretly have a heart of gold; you know, the ones you eventually change through the deepest, most connecting love two people can ever experience (i.e. the bad boys that don't really exist). And then there are the really bad boys, or bad men, however you prefer to look at it.  "Bad boys", like all things put in their least mature state, makes one sound approachable, malleable and innocent whereas "bad men" sound like the kind of guys you send up the river to Sing-Sing, but you can choose whichever phrase you like, I leave it to your discretion.  Either way, the ones I'm talking about in this particular blog are very much the bad boys who cannot change, and who, deep down in that subconscious that Freud loved so much, you wouldn't want to change, because you like the villainy, at least from a distance.
All of this is broug…

A Contemplation on Giants or How an American League Girl came to love the National League

There are two things I've come to understand about sports loyalties in my 27.5 years on this planet:  1) You're usually born into them, predestined, if you will, by your location, location, location and 2) They're usually stronger than most other ties that bind.  Devotion to a team is perhaps the only true love some people will ever know, and it's almost always unrequited, except in those rare moments of victory when the success of the team is only triumphed by the sense of accomplishment of its fans.
I've been a Yankees fan my entire life, and it's not something I ever remember choosing, it just was part of my existence.  You can't be born in Evansville, Indiana in 1983, move to Connecticut in 1985, and not root for Don Mattingly.  You can't.  I understand, in the cerebral sense, why people hate the Yankees.  I mean we've all heard the same arguments, the most predominant of which is the seemingly endless supply of cash and the ability to sway all …