i'm not going to lie and say the reason why i'm reading the Harry Potter Series again is because i'm itching for the release of The Tales of Beedle the Bard and i just can't live through my Muggle-ness. the truth is, i'm just too cheap to buy books. the best place to buy them would be at the vendor fair at UCI but there's no way i could make it on time. the vendors always leave at five. the library isn't a good place to get books either because they only have super ancient books and most of them are classics like Uncle Tom's Cabin and cheesy things like Nora Roberts kind of stuff. i'm not really in to those. i like contemporary books (except those cheap story-assed Danielle Steel kind) that explain life and other ideas that i never would think of by myself. i find it interesting how a simple story could offer some sort of explanation about something as complex as society, its values and most of the time, life itself. it doesn't necessarily have to be true or even plausible, but it's just good to get some insight from all these weird writers. i'll probably explain this later, but this isn't too interesting right now.

i have a good amount of books on my reading list, but i'm waiting after christmas before i buy them. i'm hoping that maybe i'll get those as presents, but i'm not really counting on that. first of all, i feel bad about asking people for presents. i just don't do that. i feel bad every time someone does something good and nice to me because i'm always afraid that one they'll ask me a big favor and i won't be able to say no. they probably don't think that way, but that's how i feel. i think i blogged about this before. i'm terrible at asking for presents. the only people i could ask for presents with no guilt attached are my parents. but then again, i think asking them for stuff now would be weird because i work now and i know i should be able to finance my needs and useless things like my reading list.

anyway, for now i'm reading all the Harry Potter books. but it's weird. i don't remember them being too funny. i guess my sense of humor (assuming i have some sort of a sense of humor) has changed over the years. i don't really know. maybe i just didn't understand anything back then. or maybe i've forgotten how funny it was the first time i read it. but things are always better understood the second time. i felt the same way when i read A Clockwork Orange for the second time. it made more sense. and Little Alex didn't seem so bad at all.