boy what a book.

It never ceases to amaze me the depth and breadth of Rowling's understanding of the teenage male psyche. Order of the Phoenix was jam packed with the whole adolescent "NObody understands me, I'm too unusual and unique and nobody understands me, I want to die, my life is hell, there's nobody who's had it as bad as me," thing.

And now this book focuses around Dumbledore's belief in love. The whole book revolves around it, well, adolescent relationships at least, but it seems like everybody's getting together. If love is truly as powerful as Dumbledore's always saying it is, or if Love truly is the fueling of BM's hadoken on 8-bit theatre, then Voldemort will be vanquished in no time.

But it's funny how Rowling portrays the teenage mind. Right around 16, we suddenly cannot focus on anything other than the opposite gender around us. Harry paid almost no attention in his classes, and way too much attention to girls. kinda funny, really.