I, as a thirty-year-old woman, am reading the Harry Potter series for the first time ever in my life. I was a few years ahead of the kids this series was meant for when the first book came out, which meant that I considered myself too cool at the age of 15 to be reading these books. In the years since, I suppose I just never found the time to take it on (what with being a music major in college and then pursuing a rather reading-heavy graduate degree and then becoming a working adult, etc., etc., etc.). After some cajoling from my boyfriend and the lure of having lots of free time (read: unemployment following a cross-country move), I started the series back in late June and am now halfway through the fourth book.
I’ve noticed a few things since starting this journey:
- EVERYONE I talk to about doing this almost immediately tells me something I haven’t yet read about. When talking about reading the books, I have to start off by asking people to not tell me ANYTHING. People really love gushing about this series! Which leads me to my next point…
- I completely and totally understand the popularity of this series now. I was a bit averse to the themes in the books prior to reading them (I don’t tend to love fantasy books, but I sense this changing as I read on), but I get it now. I’m hooked, and rarely does a day go by where I don’t read at least 50 pages of HP.
- I love how Rowling seemed to alter her writing for each book to make it appropriate for the age of the readers she was going after. This change seems especially notable to me at the beginning of the fourth book.
- Rowling is a literary genius. I feel rather certain of this. I just don’t know how she could weave such detailed themes and ideas and story lines so that they pay off in the way that they do. Her character development is inspiring, too.
- Sometimes I find myself thinking that my imagination would be much more active and vivid now if I had read these books as a teenager. I haven’t been drawn into a literary world in this way in a very long time. The themes have even started to invade my dreams.
- I can’t wait to read these books to and with my own children someday.
While there is a lot of appropriate rage about Ferguson right now, the killing of John Crawford, III is getting less attention than it deserves. I put Shaun King’s tweets and history lesson on the matter in chronological order for easier consumption.
To see more photos and videos from Lubi and Fubi’s colorful carioca life, follow @iamlubi and @iamfubi on Instagram.
Rio de Janeiro illustrator Luiza Bione’s (@iamlubi) portraits of herself as a colorful character named Lubi blur the line between daydreams and reality. Luiza has been documenting her life through colorful illustrations for as long as she can remember. As a small child she created a cartoon version of herself called Lubi and has been illustrating herself for the past 18 years. “Through illustration, even bad moments—like waking up with a bad hair day or sitting in traffic for hours—become funny. Drawing also makes virtually any scenario possible: if Lubi wants to visit the moon she can.” Luiza began using Instagram after her boyfriend Paulo Delvalle (@paulodelvalle) suggested it might be the perfect way to really bring Lubi to life, telling her story as if she were a real person. “Last year on Valentine’s day, Paulo made me a card asking me to be his girlfriend. He created an illustrated version of himself called Fubi, and that’s how (@iamfubi) was born. Since then, I’ve been drawing Lubi and Fubi based on our lives as well as all the things we dream of doing.”
I love this idea and that this artist is using Instagram in this way.
"If you take a book with you on a journey,…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else."
Soldiers from the 3rd Infantry render honors as fire fighters and rescue workers unfurl a huge American flag over the side of the Pentagon as rescue and recovery efforts continued following the September 11, 2001 terrorist attack.
The flag, a garrison flag, sent from the US Army Band at nearby Fort Myer, Virginia, is the largest authorized (20 x 38) flag for the military.
But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.