What better way to spend Thanksgiving than to lounge around in warm pjs, with the Macy’s parade on TV, and Prisoner of Azkaban in hand?

This is one of my two favorite Harry Potter books. The first time I read this series – summer of 2005 – this is the one that really captured me and made me fall in love. I race through this book every time I read it, get swept along each time no matter how many times I’ve read these words. The first time, I never even saw the cat-rat-dog revelations ahead of time. Didn’t have a clue. Every read, I marvel at the brilliant complexity with which Rowling lays it all out.

I admit, I’m kicking myself a little right now. Yesterday, as I read through the second half of this book, a thought occurred to me that I really wanted to focus on in this post. It would have made a great discussion! And now, I can’t remember what it was. Even going back through and skimming the text, I have no idea. Grr.

Last night, my boys and I watched the movie version of Prisoner of Azkaban. I admit, this is my least favorite movie of the eight. Maybe it’s because the book is my favorite, and they changed SO MUCH for this movie. Maybe it’s because there are so many cheesy scenes that are just downright embarrassing to watch. Maybe it’s because the acting in that film is just so awful in places. I wanted this movie to be good. Actually, every time I watch it, I anticipate it as if it’s going to be good, and then…yeah. I just struggle with it. I just don’t like it. Ah well.

On another note, I think the HP series would make a really good many-seasoned TV show…