Harry Potter Week: Remembering GOF

I've never actually read Goblet of Fire all the way through. I've tried. More than once.

The first time was soon after it was released, and I think it must have been Daniel's copy (though it may have been a library copy) and I turned the pages and ran smack into the Quiddich World Cup and my brain turned off, just like it does whenever I have to watch sports in television or in real life. (There are certain things my brain does very well. Others, it seems to refuse to do, rather like a stubborn toddler. I am perfectly aware of the rules of football, baseball, etc. but can find no way to connect them to the little dots running around on the screen, and with the lack of "language meaning," my brain gives up on the images.)

So... okay. Skip fifty pages. Jump back in and then try to remember who Mad-Eye Moody is and what he's doing there.

I've never made it through that section of the book. I tried again when I was babysitting the two dogs, substituting it for the copy of Order of the Phoenix that I wished I had. I fell asleep trying. It just didn't work.

And even the remainder of the book holds little interest for me; sure, Harry fighting a dragon should be fun, because I like to fight dragons myself -- but it's a lot more fascinating to do it than to read about it.

Ah, well. I suppose with seven books there can be one I won't bother to re-read. Or... um... ever fully read. ^__^