I just cannot help but associate “Magical Collegiate Sex Fantasy”–as a sort of genre I suppose Ms. Rowling caused unintentionally–with someone who replaced me in a longterm relationship that I did not want to have end. Yuckiness ensued and it was anything but minor in scale for me. Sometime in 2010, I realized I may never “get over it” but that I had gone THROUGH it, which is all I can really do, until/unless someone else got my attention, which just hasn’t happened to me yet.

I used to think the same thing of others in love-end trauma that some of my friends had judged me for; when younger, I’d see people behave as if their emotional hurts felt like a knife in the chest, and I’d thought that they were just being drama queens or attention whores. Then it happened, and my opinion changed fast, since that’s exactly how it does feel–and not just for a week, a month, even a year.

Fortunately, after five years, what counts is I may still be alone, but I’ve got happiness capacity again. Not sure exactly how it happened…and maybe it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, now I can read this kind of story without insta-mega-emo-freakout. That’s a good thing too, because THIS character really hits me where I live on multiple levels.

The Cecelia character sold me on reading more of this. I’m a fanatic for anything serpentine. The fact that she’s big on chemicals resonates hugely with me too.

When you can impress someone with my feelings about this kind of fantasy having been so negative for so long, you’ve done real magick, I think.

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