I can't get over that woman's writing. I'm probably way more fannish over it than I am over HP. I'm so sad she won't be writing anything else, so glad she said she's going to finish her WIPs, and ecstatic about the thought that I might get to buy her books one day in stores.

When I first read 1984, I thought I didn't have a room 101, because you know, it seems like to me the scariest thing of all is turning on your loves and your ideals the way Winston does in the end. But dude. The more I thought about it the more I realized that there was indeed one thing that might break me.