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I have many, but what came to mind first was:

"It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offense to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea. It drives the sap out of trees 'til they are frozen to their mighty hearts. And most ferociously and terribly of all does the Wild harry and crush into submission man. Man, who is most restless of life, ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to cessation of movement." -Jack London, White Fang.

I like this passage for several reasons. One, as a child, it was dramatic and intriguing to me and it appealed to my nature of quiet rebellion. Two, as an adult, well, we must keep fighting, my friends. It is our nature. And three, we must also accept that, in the end, we all end up the same way. Our time on this rock is short. So we must do the best we can with what we have. Oh, and four, respect nature, because it has no respect for you.

That is the way of things. The way of the Force.

(And lookie there, closing on another favorite. Oh, and I came across this when I randomly checked a book out of the library. And like Huckleberry Finn that same year, White Fang changed my life. So much so my username honors the great London, who we lost far too young.)

[Error: unknown template qotd]A resounding "yes," here. I loved, and love, the Harry Potter books. Sure, they have their faults, but overall, they are a rollicking good time, and I can tell you exactly where I was when certain characters died. I know exactly when and where I read book six, and I waited for book seven to come in the post like the most excited child ever on Christmas morning. (I ran to meet the postman, and he just smiled and handed it over - I wonder how many he'd delivered that day...)

I bonded with my sister over these books, and frankly that hardly ever happens. We speculated about "RAB" and how the series would end and even though I told my sister I'd call her when I finished, she called me only a day after the seventh book came out to see what I thought. Being a far slower reader than my sister, I merely reminded her of our deal and hung up. When I finished that book five days later (reading every moment I could and once for nearly twenty-four hours straight - seriously, sis, I read SLOWLY. You know this!), I called her to hash it out. We'd never discussed a book before in our lives and haven't since.

Every year at Dragon Con, I go to the Yule Ball and rock out with my fellow Hogwart's students, and I can never not smile when I hear Journey's "Don't Stop Believing," as it reminds me of my first Yule Ball.

Oh, and I'm a Ravenclaw through and through. And I know enough not to give someone any HP gift without knowing their house - which I can usually predict pretty well. ;)

So, yeah, Harry Potter improves my quality of life.

My favorite book is Prisoner of Azkaban, or year three. Why? Because Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. That's really all that needs to be said, but add in the moral ambiguity of that book and the not knowing who is on which side and I'm sold.

The movies did well, but as is almost always the case, the books are better.

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I LOVE football. Playing football, that is. Watching? Meh. Not so much.

But I live with a television watcher, so I will be exposed to second-hand Super Bowl. Thus, I will likely see anything of import, like the one or two cool commercials, etc (there really aren't that many good ones anymore). Also, last year, several of my twitter friends and celebs I follow made the Super Bowl tons of fun by doing running commentaries. THAT was fun. If that happens again, I'll watch with my phone or laptop in hand and twitter open so that I can talk to my friends and have a cool online party while making fun of the entire thing. I'm also considering some rum, which makes nearly everything better, so... snarkfest ahead! (Provided I get all my shit done today, as always... off I go!)

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Best:

This is hard to answer, as there are many, so I will do the ones I specifically remember reading for the first time:

1-Huckleberry Finn. I was nine when I read this book, and I had never encountered anyone so cool in all my life. I wanted to be Huck more than anything ever. I mean, he was cool enough to fake his own death. That takes balls, man.

2-White Fang. I was nine when I read this one, too. I was truly drawn into this animal's struggle and how he was only what he'd been made. (Social Darwinism FTW!)

3-Um...having a hard time here...Ender's Game. Dude! Who didn't want to be Ender? EDIT: My Side of the Mountain. Yeah, I wanted to be Sam, too. The whole running away and living on my own thing did it for me as a kid (I think I read this book at about thirteen years old), and as an adult nothing has grabbed me as well as these did when I was younger. Nothing has made me just yearn to be the character so much. But Ender's Game stays, too, and for the record, I read that at twenty-seven.

Worst:

1-The Great Gatsby. Just kill me. Kill me now rather than make me read this book. I thought maybe I just didn't get it as a kid, but no. I've tried to read it as an adult, and just...no. Never. Kill me now.

2-Wuthering Heights. If I'd rather death than read The Great Gatsby, I'd rather the most painful torture imaginable than read this. Worst. Book. Ever.

3-and as if one Bronte wasn't enough, I've got to go with the one book in school I couldn't finish. The one book I cheated on. The one book I Cliff Noted. Jane Eyre. I thought surely it couldn't be as bad as Wuthering Heights, and maybe it isn't, but after Emily nearly killed me, I wasn't going to give her sister the same chance. She had to prove to me she was worth it. She didn't. I gave her a sporting chance, but after a few chapters, I just couldn't finish it. Gone with the Wind falls into the rare "didn't finish" category, too. Read about half. It never got good.

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I mean, really.  In what universe are Slurpees and Icees the same, indeed?