The latest movie, which I've seen twice, has led me to a terrible realization.
In the books, I like Harry and Ron, as I should.
But then in the movie, this terrible occurence happened.
No, I didn't make the compilation, that's from some facebook site. I'm not that obsessed.
But he is quite adorable.
Hey, I'm fifteen. I'm allowed to be boy crazy.
On to the second part of the post.
Tamora Pierce. I assume you know who she is.
Two of many amazing books.
She's another hero author. Last year, she gave me few quotes for a journalism story. (Which the journalism teacher didn't put in the paper. I got a 98 on it, so it wasn't that she didn't like it. Eh.)
But anyway, it was really cool of Ms. Pierce, and when I was upset about writing--stuck in the whole 'everything is crap, why am I doing this, I have no talent--and for whatever reason, it helped. So I wrote her a thank you email, not expecting a response.
Yet I got a super nice one. It was encouraging, it was helpful, it was just really great. She didn't have to do that at all. Seriously, I went and started jumping up and down with my sister about the awesomeness of it.
These are authors that have changed my life. Authors that have shaped my future.
They're the authors I want to be like.
Anyway. More later.
