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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

harry potter and the cursed child, book, reading, book review, writingSo at the beginning of this month, I got my very own copy of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. I read it and I thought it was…

…Wait, I should give you some background first.

My parents started reading the series to me sometime in late 2001. I remember my mom doing the voices for the characters and the intensity with which the novels grabbed my imagination. I remember waiting for midnight on the day of the book launches, barely being able to wait for my own copy (though we often ordered them off the internet, I guess it was the idea that the book had entered the world that excited me).

I remember when my mom and I finished the series. We were sitting in our hotel room after spending the day at my swim meet. I remember both of us just sitting there on the bed lost for words. It felt so weird that something we had loved and enjoyed for so many years was over.

I loved the movies as well, but not quite as much. As my birthday is around Thanksgiving, I had a few birthday parties where we went to the theaters to see the films. I’ve also gone to the midnight releases of the last 4 films.

Now, I’m not telling you all of this to show off my Harry Potter nerdiness. I’m telling you so that you can understand the level of my excitement for anything Harry Potter, including this new book.

When I first learned about the book, I was excited. It was another story in the Harry Potter universe. Another chance to explore that world that we all left behind so long ago. I guess, in a way, it was a way to reconnect with my childhood.

Anyway, when I learned about the release date I knew that I was going to get the book. My stomach was fluttering with excitement when I walked into the local Barnes and Noble. I picked up my copy and carried it gingerly to the front desk. I paid and literally hugged the book all the way out of the store.

I waited to read it and I’ll tell you why. I had another book going at that moment and I didn’t want any other book related distractions around when I finally cracked open that cover. I guess part of me didn’t want the universe to truly end. I remember how weird it felt when book 7 ended.

A few nights later, I was laying in bed and deiced that that was the night. I cracked open the cover and began to read. I made it through about half the book before my dad (I’m living at home currently) mentioned that it might be a good idea if I slowed down, spread the book out so that I could savor it. Reluctantly, I agreed with him.

Though, it didn’t last long. I finished the book a few days later.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you what happens as I’m sure there are those of you out there who haven’t read the book and would like to.

I really liked the book. It wasn’t the same as the original books, but it was still very good. It felt like part of the universe. I’m so glad that this book was written. It felt a little like a finale to the series.

I recommend that all of you who have loved the reading Harry Potter. If nothing else as a way to finish up the story line.

After nine years, it feels as if a huge part of my childhood has come to a happy, pleasent close.

The Healer’s Daughter – Part 8

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Launi’s head snapped around. Swift seemed to sense her rapt attention and came to a halt. Gripping the reins, Launi slid from his back and landed soundlessly on the ground. She stared into the trees to their left, trying to see through them. She wanted to have an idea of who the person was before she had to face them.

Another twig snapped, this time, farther away from the trail. Launi hadn’t heard any footsteps to suggest the person had moved. There was more than one person out there. She quietly placed the reins on the ground, letting them drag so Swift wouldn’t wander off.

Launi took a few soundless steps forward, trying with each step to see who was lurking in the trees. She couldn’t make anyone out; the shadows cast by the sun danced, obscuring whoever was there.

There was another snap, a moment of silence and then the pattering of feet. Shouting and jeering roared into life making Launi jump. The sounds were moving away from her. Launi broke into a brisk jog, following the noise.

They sounded like children.

The noise soon became louder, she was catching up. A small clearing, only a few yards across, opened up before her. Launi came to a stop just inside the tree line and caught her first glimpse of the lurkers.

There were four larger children, all wielding sticks, and a fifth child who was significantly smaller and unarmed. The small boy was stuck in the middle of a circle the others had formed a circle around him. His expression was one of fear. Launi noticed that he was clutching something to his chest. It was bread.

“Give it to us!”

“Yeah, come on! It’s ours! We should be the ones to get it. Not you!”

“Please, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry…”

“I said give it to us!” The girl who spoke prodded the boy with the tip of her tattered boot.

Launi was unsure what had happened between the small boy and the other children, but she didn’t care. She had experienced enough hungry winters to understand what hunger could make a person do. She had known children in her village who had become nasty and started fights just to forget their empty stomachs.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry,” the small boy said again. “I didn’t know it was the last one.”

“Sure you didn’t,” said one of the older boys, obviously not believing him. “Everyone knows that the last loaves are gone by now.”

“I swear I didn’t.”

“We don’t believe you.”

“We don’t care anyway. You aren’t even from Cadron. That bread doesn’t belong to you. You don’t deserve it.”

Launi had heard enough. She ran her fingers through her curly hair, causing it to stand up. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out from behind the trees.

At first, the children didn’t notice her. But then the girl who had demanded the bread saw her and scrambled back from the circle.

“What do you want?” She snarled, her tone counteracting her sudden retreat.

Launi didn’t say anything. She waited for all the other children to turn around and see her.

“I was wondering,” she said calmly, trying to imagine how her father would handle the situation. “What you’re doing.”

“Nothing that concerns you,” the girl spat at her, stepping back to where she had been standing.

“Are you okay?” She asked the boy. She didn’t think she would have been alright if a group of older kids had chased her through the woods wielding sticks. The boy just stood there.

“Leave us alone,” the girl said. Launi guessed she was the leader of the group.

“I don’t think I will,” Launi said calmly. “I don’t like it when older, bigger kids pick on younger ones. If he’s not from your village, you should treat him with respect until he gives you a reason not to.”

The girl glared at her and clenched her jaw. “He did give us a reason.”

“Really?” Launi said raising an eyebrow. “What reason was that?” Launi was a little shocked at how much like her father she sounded. She’d even raised her eyebrow like him.

“He stole the last piece of bread.”

“I didn’t steal it,” the little boy piped up. “No one told me I couldn’t have it. No one told me anything.”

“Is that true? Did no one tell him the bread was yours? Is it even yours?”

The girl scowled at her, “yes, it’s ours.”

One of the older boys gave her a quick glance. He was the only one who hadn’t been shouting at the little boy.

Launi looked at him. “Is that true?”

He glanced again at the girl, then at the little boy clutching at the bread. “No, it’s not.”

If the girl’s gaze could cut, the boy would have bled to death.

Launi stepped forward a few paces, coming close enough to the group to see the tears streaming quietly down the little boy’s face. Her heart went out to him. He was just hungry and had been lucky enough to find some bread. Now here were four older children trying to scare him into giving it to them.

“Did you pay for it?” Launi asked the little boy, ignoring the others; all of whom backed away except the boy who had spoken up.

“Yes, Mother gave me a coin to go buy bread. I didn’t know it was the last one. I didn’t do anything wrong.” A sob escaped his throat.

Launi reached out, and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him towards her. He was tiny, only coming up to her waist. She hugged him. He continued to clutch the bread.

Launi glanced around at the other children. All of them except the girl who had done most of the talking looking sheepish and embarrassed. “Did you know he’d paid for it?”

All of them shook their heads. The boy who had spoken up before glared at the girl.

“You said you’d seen him steal it! You said that the baker had agreed to give it to you! You didn’t see anything, did you. The baker probably never said anything to you. You just wanted the bread for yourself.”

“I would have shared it with you,” the girl shot back, not bothering to deny his claims. “You know I would have.”

“But he paid for it Nauce! We don’t steal from little kids. We don’t steal from them, especially if they’ve paid for it to feed their family! What’s wrong with you?”

Launi continued to hold the little boy, watching the scene unfold around her.

“I’m hungry and so are all of you. I was just trying to help,” the girl said folding her arms protectively across her body.

“But he paid for it to feed his family. This is just wrong.”

Launi suddenly had an idea. “You know, if you’re really hungry. I might have some food you could have.”

All the children stopped bickering and stared at her. They instantly agreed.

Launi led them back to the trail where she had left Swift. The little boy held her hand the entire way.

When they broke through the trees and back onto the trail, they found Swift grazing.

Pulling what food she would spare from the packs, Launi handed each child an equal amount. They barely thanked her before they began to scurry away back into the trees, leaving the little boy behind.

“One moment!” Launi called after them, all of them stopped where they were. “Make sure to take him back with you,” she indicated the little boy. “Make sure you bring him to his mother. He deserves that much from all of you.”

The children nodded and gestured for the little boy to join them. He did, but not before thanking Launi and giving her a quick hug.

Launi watched as they disappeared back in among the trees. For a split second, she thought she heard the sound of someone breathing before a strong breeze rushed the sound away.

Swept Up in the Glory – Reader’s Choice #5

The inspiration for this post was chosen by you, the lovely readers! This Reader’s Choice is inspired by the words “vacant” and “planet” (there was a tie). I hope you enjoy!


Sitting here, on this vacant planet

I begin to wonder

if all my life was a lie.

If I ever truly saw the world

as the world saw me.

Was I truly going through life

awaiting the honor

that was sure to come?

I should have known

that in reality

I was a pawn;

being used to achieve a goal

that they had chosen for me.

I had no say

I was chosen for a mission

of supposed honor and glory

shown the wonder of fame

Told I was one for the history books

the person that kids would want to be

I was an astronaut, an explorer

and even so,

here I am.

Maybe I should have thought through this

tried to see the real push

attempted to extract myself

from the world of the pawns.

But that is indeed the tricky part

for then I did not know as I do now

that when they launched me

to this vacant planet

they truly meant what they said

it was I who simply blocked it out

not wanting to loose the fame

or glory or honor

that comes with space.

Now I wish I had listened

paid attention, and argued

for here I am sitting

on this vacant planet

with no one

to share the moment with.

Black Cat, Blue Sea Award!



I would like to start by giving a huge thank you to the person who nominated me. Thank you, Simon! I am very grateful and honored!

Simon’s blog is great! He writes a variety of different things. One of my favorites is his Sci-Fi series, Titan.

And now to answer the questions:

  1. If given a chance to become a writer/author, who would you like to become like? (I mean kind of your inspiration)

This one is a little difficult to answer, as there are so many great authors and writers in the world. I think I would like to become some sort of combination of Maya Angelou and J.K Rowling.

2. What is your greatest achievement to date?

I think my greatest achievement to date is learning how to work through all the difficulties life throws at you in order to achieve your dreams/goals.

3. Your favorite book and movie?

My favorite book…Its so hard to choose! I guess I would say Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Though, there are so many books that I love, that I truly can’t choose a favorite.

The following are my nominations:

Molly’s Dreams

Musings of An Insomniac

Lonely Blue Boy

Here are my questions for you:

  1. Why did you start your blog?
  2. Do you have a favorite genre to read/write?
  3. What is one thing you would like to see change in the world?

Here are the rules for the award:

(1) Thank the blogger who nominated you.
(2) Anybody nominated can nominate up to seven other bloggers.
(3) Anybody nominated answers three questions.You further have to ask some other three questions from your selected nominees. If the nominee doesn’t want to answer any of the asked questions, he or she does not have to answer it to earn the award.

Thank you again to Simon for nominating me!

Until next time,


A little update…and vacation

Hello, everyone!

I just wanted to let you know that I will be gone this week and as a result, won’t be posting.

However, not to worry! Next week I will be back and the normal posts will continue!

Before I go, I would like to give a big thanks to Simon from Planet Simon for nominating me for the Black Cat, Blue Sea Award. It means a lot to me and a more in-depth post will be up next week.

Thank you, everyone and I’ll see you next week!


The Healer’s Daughter – Part 7

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Launi and Swift finally reached the forest a few hours later. The sun still offered a little light and it drifted through the trees, casting long shadows on the forest floor. Launi could barely see where she was going, but she knew forests. She had grown up in one. She knew what to listen for, what the shadows were, how to maneuver without making a sound. Launi was comfortable among the trees.

The two of them walked through the trees, following the path. Launi walked alongside the horse; giving him a well-deserved break. She searched for a good place to spend the night.

Roughly a mile into woods, Launi found a small clearing a safe distance from the trail. Tying Swift to a tree so he wouldn’t wander off in the dark, Launi took out the blanket and wrapped it around herself. She took a gulp of water and a couple bites of dried meat before settling down with her back against a tree.

Launi played with the pendant around her neck; gently rubbing it between her fingers. She wished there was someone here with her. She didn’t want to be doing this alone. She missed her father and his wisdom. She missed the villagers; they were her friends, her family. Worry filled her. Thoughts of what would happen if she failed to convince the witch to help them plagued her. She refused to think about the fact that the dark curse could take place before she even got to the witch. She couldn’t fail, but Launi felt that nothing was on her side. It was just her and Swift against dark mages. Just a horse, and a girl who never been this far from home.

Eventually, Launi fell into a light sleep. She woke up from time to time to the sound of creaking branches and loud rustling leaves, but nothing ever came into their clearing.

By dawn, Launi woke for good. She didn’t feel rested. She felt worn and tired. Her body ached and her mind felt cloudy. Shaking her head, trying to clear it, Launi ate a little food and packed up what little she’d gotten out. She took Swift by the reins and led him back to the trail. She mounted; they continued on their way.

The day soon lightened and the soft mist that had been drifting through the trees burned away. The woods came to life around her. Birds began to chirp, squirrels and other small animals started to scamper around the trees. Launi caught sight of a few deer. The tension in her shoulders was able to release, at least a little. She was back where she was comfortable. The open expanse of the grasslands had unnerved her.

If she cleared her mind, Launi could almost imagine she was back among the trees that surrounded her village…almost.

As they walked, Launi’s thoughts drifted. For a while, she tried to distract herself with remembering everything her father had taught her about healing, which was quite a lot. She went through every treatment for broken bones, coughs, colds, nausea, everything she could remember. Her thoughts then began to drift to memories of her and her father exploring in the woods; looking for ingredients for salves and elixirs.

They approached another tiny stream and she dismounted. Launi played with the necklace around her neck. She had no memories of her mother, only the stories told by her father and the other villagers.

Her mother had been kind, they’d told her countless times. She’d had Launi’s broad nose and curly hair. She was kind, fair and beautiful, taken before her time. Taken when Launi was only a baby. She’d been out hunting and had never come back. They’d found her body many miles from the village. From the stories they’d told, Launi had gathered that it had been a quick death. A deadly wound received in a fight. For that, at least, she was grateful. Even though she would never meet her mother, Launi was comforted by the knowledge that she hadn’t suffered.

The villagers had helped Darthax raise the six-month-old Launi. The entire village became her family and she the village’s daughter.

Launi shook her head trying to free it of memories and swirling thoughts. She filled her flask with water and let Swift drink from the stream. The sun was almost at its peak. The air was still and cool. Autumn was not far off.

After a few minutes, the two set off again, winding their way through the woods. As the afternoon wore on, clouds began to drift across the sky blocking what little sunlight filtered through the trees.

Launi continued to hear the scampering of small animals. From time to time she’d see larger animals and birds of prey.

A sudden realization struck her.The two of them seemed to be alone in the forest; she had seen no one since leaving Screbra’s village the morning before.

Launi felt unnerved, never having gone this long without seeing another person. A chill ran down her spine; she straightened. Her eyesight became clearer and her hearing sharper. Swift seemed to sense her unease and raised his head, alert.

They continued along for quite some time. The farther along the path they went, the stronger the unease became. Something was about to happen, Launi knew it. She wouldn’t have been able to explain it to anyone, but she knew. Some unknown was approaching. Another chill ran down Launi’s spine and her grip tightened on the reins.

To their left, there was the unmistakable sound of a snapping twig. Launi knew that sound. She’d know that sound anywhere.

There was someone lurking in the trees.

Summer Breeze

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the summer breeze

tickling my cheeks

ruffling my hair

and chilling my skin

the summer breeze

a break from the heat

that pours down from the sky

browning the land

and drying the water

the summer breeze

whisking across the grasses

rustling the forests

and waving the oceans

the summer breeze

is warm to start

with a scent of life

and a promise of sun

the summer breeze

cools off in the end

with a scent of death

and the promise of autumn

Reader’s Choice #5

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Hello, everyone!

It’s that time again! It’s time for another Reader’s Choice. This is where you, the lovely readers, vote on what the inspiration for an upcoming post should be.

This is the 5th one of these we’ve done. If you’d like, you can check out the previous posts by clicking the links below:

The Aviator’s Wife       A Childhood Locked Away

Rust – Reader’s Choice    Drip, Drip, Drip – Reader’s Choice

To choose the inspiration, simply vote on the poll! I can’t wait to see what you decide!

Until next time,


The Healer’s Daughter – Part 6

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When she woke she was disoriented. It took her a few moments to remember where she was and what had happened. Opening her eyes, she saw Screbra standing before her, tan hand on her shoulder. He had woken her.

“Up you get,” he said not unkindly. “We’ve prepared everything. It’s time you were on your way.

Getting to her feet, Launi stretched her cramped muscles. She’d awoken just as she’d fallen asleep, curled in the armchair.

“Thank you for everything Screbra. I’m not sure what I would do otherwise,” she admitted as he led her from the house.

“You’re welcome,” he said simply.

There was a small crowd in the village center. It was close to midday; she must have been asleep for only a couple of hours. Her eyes felt heavy as did her limbs, but her mind was awake, aware of the task ahead of her. She was ready.

Travi, the man who had first brought her to Screbra’s home earlier that morning, handed her a water skin. “The rest is on the horse. This is for your bag.” He nodded towards the bag slung across Launi’s back.

“Thank you, Travi.”

He nodded.

The crowd followed her, Travi and Screbra as they led her to the edge of the village where the horse was waiting.

It wasn’t a large horse but wasn’t small either. It had a long brown mane, the same color as its coat. There was a simple blanket for a saddle. Launi was used to riding bareback, this would be a nice change. A pair of saddle bags held what she guessed was food. Her heart went out to the people of this village. They had just had a raid and here they were giving her enough food for a two-week journey to find help for a village that was not their own. Launi remembered her father and never was she more grateful for his gifts and kindness than at this moment.

Screbra pulled her a short distance away from the crowd. He guided her, with a grip on her elbow, to turn her back to them.

“Launi, be careful. It is not a good sign that shifters are this far from the cities. Take care and keep your eyes open. Not all is as it seems.”

Launi was puzzled but didn’t have time to ask what his last sentence meant. Before she knew it she was atop the horse and looking back at the crowd. No one was waving. Only sad and worried expressions meant her eyes. Unable to take in any more of their looks, Launi turned to face what was before her and nudged the horse forward.


She was traveling over the grasslands. The openness of the land, the lack of trees, unnerved Launi. She had lived her entire life in a forest; only occasionally leaving its familiarity. Grassland animals, mainly rodents, birds, and insects, were her only company once she left the village and the surrounding area. The early afternoon sun was bright, the air warm. It was a late-summer day, the kind that comes just before the cold sets in for autumn.

Launi hadn’t been told the horse’s name but decided he needed one.

“I’ll call you Swift.” The name seemed appropriate. She needed to move quickly; he was her way of doing so. “How do you like that?” Swift didn’t respond but continued to walk at a swift pace. Launi decided that was answer enough.

You’re right, we have to focus on the journey ahead. We have a long way to go and so much relies on us convincing the witch to help us.

Later that day when they stopped for a quick evening meal by another stream, Launi took the time to fill the water skin. She hadn’t drunk much but wasn’t sure when they would find another stream and didn’t want to take any chances.

A few rocks worn smooth by years of floods sat by the creek; Launi perched on one. She let Swift’s reins drag on the ground so he wouldn’t wander off. Though, Launi was fairly certain that he wouldn’t even without the reins.

She let her gaze fall over the country around her. They were still surrounded by grass. A few miles after the village, the road she had started on had dwindled to a trail. The grasses out here were much longer, some reaching as high as Launi’s hips. The tall grass made it difficult to see the trail. Launi had taken the map Screbra had given her out a few times while they’d walked to make sure they were going the right way.

Her plan was to continue moving until they reached the forest that, according to the map, was a few hours away. The idea of staying out in the open, in an environment she knew nothing about unsettled her. Launi wanted the familiar sounds and smells of a forest around her before she rested.

Chewing on a couple of strips of dried meat, Launi reached into the bag she had brought with her from home. She had a little food, a water skin of her own (she filled it as well), one set of warm clothes and a blanket. Not much, but that along with the provisions Screbra had given her should be enough to last her for two weeks. She just hoped it wouldn’t be longer.

She pulled all of these things from her bag and placed them on the ground next to her. The bags that Swift had been carrying already had their contents spilled upon the ground.

The last thing Launi pulled from her bag was a silver chain from which hung a pendant. The pendant was a tear drop with a single opal set in the thin metal. Launi placed it in her hand and stared at it for a moment before placing it around her own neck. She hadn’t been wearing it when she and her father had been gathering herbs from fear of losing it. But now that she was out all alone trying to save her entire village from a dark curse that could kill, Launi needed the comfort more than she feared losing it.

She placed a hand over the pendant and whispered quietly to herself.

“I wish you were with me.”

The pendant had been her mother’s.