читаю уже который месяц гарри, осталась последняя книжка
надеюсь на следующей неделе дочитать
мне так понравилось читать его на английском, я столько юмора здесь нахожу
в последней книге юмора маловато, но тоже есть
первые 2 книги были похожи по сюжету на фильм
даже находила много одинаковых фраз
а вот дальше началась полнейшая чехарда
много интересных моментов из книги не попало в фильм
ну в общем-то как обычно
почти прочитав гарри он сам мне почти перестал нравится, именно герой
где-то на 4 книге он говорил только так-я же то сделал, того спас, этого спас, я же такой крутой
а по сути он не сделал НИЧЕГО
первый раз учителя не он убил, второй раз все за него сделал феникс, третий раз заклинание произнес-вот молодец-то
по сути без помощников своих он ни черта не сделал бы
и ходит вечно ноет, как баба
ладно в последней книге поумнее стал, повзрослел чтоли
дальше будет очень много, дочитаю-дополню
любимое
(Ron)-I'd hate to see what the Ministry would do to me if I blew up my aunt. Mind you, they'd have to dig me up first, because Mum would have killed me
"ministry is providing a couple of cars," said Mr. Weasley
"why?" said Percy curiously
"It's becuase of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods with HB oh them...-"
"-for Humongous Bighead," said Fred.
Harry tried to pull himself together.
"Right, you've got a croocked sort of cross, that means you're going to have trails and suffering-sorry about that-but there's a thing that could be the sun...hang on...that means great happiness... so you're going to suffer but be very happy"
"you need your inner eye tested, if you ask me," said Ron.
Mrs. Weasly gave Ron yet another kiss on the cheek, sniffed loudly and bustled from the room. Fred and George exchanged looks.
"You don't mind if we don't kiss you, do you, Ron?" said Fred in a falsely anxious voice.
"We could curtsey, if you like," said George
Zacharias flushed.
"Well, we've all turned up to learn from him and now he's telling us he can't really do any of it," he said.
"that's not what he said," snarled Fred.
"Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?" enquired George pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko's bags.
"Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this," said Fred.
"You just had to be nice to her," said Hermione, looking up anxiously. "You were, weren't you?"
"Well," said Harry, an unpleasant heat creeping up his face, "I sort of-patted her on the back a bit."
"Mum's crying again," said Fred heavily. "Percy sent back his Christmas jumper without a note. We tried to comfort her, told her Percy's nothing more than a humungous pile of rat droppings. Didn't work"
"Tut that away, will you," said Sirius finally as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer, "before Wormtail wets himself with excitement."
"No more pretending we care what happens when Jupiter and Uranus get too friendly," said Harry.
"And from now on, I don't care if my tea-leaves spell die,Ron,die-I'm just chucking them in the bin where they belong."
"There's nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" snarled Voldemort.
"You're quite wrong," said Dumbledore," indeed, your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness."
"I take my hat off to you-or I would, if I were not afraid of showering you in spiders."(Dumbledore)
"Dumbledore says people find it fae easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right," said Hermione.
"There's no way they'd let me be a death eater!" said Ron.
"And they'd love to have me," said Harry."We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in."
"Well, you seemed too busy to call him prat and I thought someone should," said Ginny.
"I played like a sack of dragon dung," said Ron in a hollow voice.
Fred, George, Harry and Ron were the only ones who knew that the angel on top of the tree was actually a garden gnome that had bitten Fred on the ankle as he pulled up carrots for Christmas dinner. Stupified, painted gold, stuffed into a miniature tutu and with small wings glued to it's back, it glowered down at them all, the ugliest angel Harry had ever seen, with a large bald head like a potato and rather hairy feet.