yesterday in the car, i suddenly realized that it was June 21st, and a year ago that day Ellen had been taking a nap because she hadn't slept in a week and I had finished "A Bloody Dream Come True" just in time for OotP weekend. And we were T minus three hours for holding the new book in our hands. And T minus twenty hours from Ellen reading the whole thing twice pretty much without stopping and then spending two days sleeping it off.
I haven't finished rereading it yet myself, but the pensieve chapter is my favorite scene of any book, and i've read those six pages probably a hundred times by now.
lastmarauder made me sniffly yet again with his own memorial to the anniversary. I recovered by writing a couple pages to my Bring Back Black fic.