In a world of Spittleworth, be a Dovetail

When you put yourself strictly away from screen and enjoy more of what you have always  cherished,  you discover a joy like no other.  It is binging but of a different kind,  the kind that makes your heart tingle and soar.  The curiosity that enriches and feeds the soul of a child tucked away in the face of a more pragmatic and learning to adult grown up. 


Being a Potter head it is a lifetime branding,  much like that dark  mark....  chuckles.. But this fraternity, very much like Lily Potter's love, lies unseen and is shared via exchanging wand profiles from Wizarding world website or remembering that Filch is really misunderstood but annoying or that Prisoner of Askaban is quite likely a favourite for a large majority. 


Getting nerdy over Potter is as luxurious as a swim in clear waters of Positano.  It's invigorating to reminisce of the sea as you sliced through it and just so thinking about how Norberta might be now. 


Coming to why this blog is up and about. For Ickabog has popped up into my life and made me remember  why I loved reading in the first place. How cleverly does Rowling tell us that what you sow,  you reap.  


Leaping through Cornupocia's saga of wealth,  despair,  hope,  uprising but of the gentle sort and finally the rise of the righteous.  Through a self involved,  foolish yet clearly wanting to be better monarch with friends I would happily push into Dante's circles of hell,  you witness human emotions with stark clarity yet feel it to be absurdly cushioned by the idea that self preservation does reign supreme.  Not to put across spoilers,  but you do realise that a majority of the tragedy that rolls across Cornucopia is a result of people thinking 'If it doesn't effect me personally,  I don't need to be involved in it' mentality. 


Ofcourse you do acknowledge that the truly detestable characters in this fiction do lay scattered across our own more mundane muggle lives too. 


But what brings me joy,  is that, the strength the memory of a truly loving parent could inspire.  Of how love does sink into your veins and traverse as a undetectable entity,  much like a memory B cell (forgive me immunology is fascinating ok!),  which doubles up when confronted with a peril and fills you with strength. 


Remarkable is also the human spirit which helps rebirth someone's psyche in the midst of utter darkness.  A gentle word of kindness,  a helping hand,  a moment of understanding that everyone is fighting their own battles and reminder of holding up when you would find that giving up would be easier. Ickabog touches you in all these ways. 


In the end,  all I can say is 'Kindness breeds love and more of itself'. 


Until the next time something riles me up, Buonaserata. 


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