Monday, November 21, 2005

There's a special place in Azkaban for people like me.

I won't go on and on about how great Harry Potter was — I'm sure there's plenty of that brand of geekery going on elsewhere. I will say this: Viktor Krum was OK, but I decided on second viewing that I'll always adore Harry the most.

There was a moment — just one — when Harry was pinned up against a tombstone, sort of breathlessly panting for his 14-year-old life, where Robyn and I looked at each other in the darkened theater and just kind of shook our heads. We are bad, bad, dirty girls. This much is true.