While browsing a list of books I’ve started but have yet to finish, I was flooded with memories from the various times in my life when I began reading many of them. Funny how memories get attached to objects.

I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows last night. What a ride! The relentless pace and spiraling plot lines of the final book in the Harry Potter series kept me engaged to the very end. The glimpses into Dumbledore’s life and the arching Horcrux and Hallows back stories reminded me of another epic history-of-magic novel, Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell (minus the extensive, story-within-a-story footnotes). The logic of the final battle (i.e. to whom is the Elder Wand loyal?) left me a bit confunded, but it all makes sense upon reflection. Satisfied.

The new Goldfrapp album (Amazon, iTunes) reminds me of 1990s etherial alt pop artists Bel Canto and Cocteau Twins. Flashback.

As an experiment—in what, I’m not sure—I posted three recent demo tracks at a certain mega-popular den of iniquity.

I finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince yesterday. I think it’s a testament to J.K. Rowling’s storytelling ability that I forgot what I already knew was going to happen, because I was so engaged in how everything unfolded at the end. I’m a bit late in reading the Harry Potter series, having read books 1 through 5 in succession last Summer and Fall before taking a break. I find the uncovering of Lord Voldemort’s secret history to be the most intriguing aspect of the series (that’s the point, innit?). Now, on to book 7.