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By Jody Amable for Ravishly.
Greetings from boring old California. It’s raining. A lot. Which is good, but I wish I were in snow-blanketed Hogsmeade. I bet there are no droughts there.
It’s February and I am getting SO into this. I cannot stop with Goblet of Fire!
Well, OK, sort of. I’m not devouring it, but whenever I know I have a good chunk of time to devote to it, I crack it open. And unless it’s right before bed and I start nodding off, I can’t stop. I get so invested. Like, I was lying in bed the other night and caught myself doing one of these when Snape found the Marauder’s Map:
Also of note: I recently remembered I have seen another Harry Potter movie! It was Goblet of Fire, but I was so bored during it that I guess my brain just archived the entire experience. As I’ve been reading, however, dim memories of school dances and garishly-dressed reporters have come oozing out.
Other than that, I’ve hit a bit of a stall. No more big, boo-hoo, my-life-is-changed-forever posts at the moment.
In the absence of introspective awakenings, there are a few things I’ve wanted to address since I started this whole project. Because we wouldn’t be Ravishly if we didn’t align absolutely everything with social issues, let’s talk about diversity in Harry Potter.
Something was said to me early on — by my coworker Jenni, who has been my HP sounding board since I started — “(The books) treat fat people like shit.” It hung around in my memory, and I was worried it would subconsciously influence my interpretation of characters.