I'm the odd one always carrying a book, clueless to fashion, making obscure references that no one get. Socially awkward, emotionally constipated, stay-at-home nerd. Hoarder. Self-dubious. Paranoid.
Come on, what's left to be said about Harry Potter? This is a re-read book, and after so many years I still like it a lot. Sadly, I'm not a 13 year old anymore, which means I'm more critical this time around, noticing the too convenient situations in the story. Still pretty damn good, of course!