Warning: this is going to be a 'feels' review. Basically, expect incomprehensible ravings and lots and lots of emotions. Also, in my status updates is a misleading spoiler, so do yourself a favour and forget it if you've already read it, or just don't read it at all.Lost. That's probably the best way to describe how I felt, how I still feel after finishing turn. I don't know why, I don't know how, I don't even know what the hell I'm feeling. It's a peculiar jumble of profound sadness, elation, loneliness and loss really. Already I miss the book, and it hasn't even been an hour since I've parted with it.
The characters are stunningly beautiful, vibrant and so damn wonderful. The world is so fucking achingly familiar and Harry and Draco are so heartbreakingly right together. No doubt it takes a certain kind of mind to create such a fucking extraordinary book like this. A weird one, admittedly, but bloody brilliant nonetheless. Then again, the geniuses are always the weird ones.
Everything about Turn resonated with me in way that made me feel that this book, these character, these people, they're mine, in my heart and in my mind and they sure as fuck aren't going to be pushed out of their pedestal of glory any time soon. I found myself aching so much for Harry and Ginny at the beginning, aching for their failing marriage and the fact that this happens, whether in books or real life. That people let themselves get so old. Not in their bodies of course, because that end is inevitable, but in their hearts, souls and minds.
I truly truly want to gush on and on and discuss for hours upon hours about this book, about the Glimpse, about Maura, about the character who was there but never there, about the reality of Fred's death when visiting his grave, the sadness, the happiness, the laughter and fuck, the love. I truly do want to just let it all out, because it's there you see, the place in your mind that seems to pace like a caged beast whenever you just have to speak, speak so fast that you stumble over words and rhythms. But of course, I can't. Spoiler etiquette, and all. Normally I probably would've just spoiler tagged it, but I can't take the risk this time. Turn is magical, and I sure as fuck am not willing to take any chances in spoiling it for you.
This book is undefinably precious to me in many ways. Not a gem, not a treasure, but a memory, a tangle of emotions and learnt lessons that have taken root in my heart and hopefully, will be there when I reach that time, that age when I let myself get old, because
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Reread 6/6/13: It feels like ages since I first read this, yet looking now, it's only been three months. It's kind of scary actually, to love this book and Harry and Draco so much, to the extent that I do, because I really do love them. Stunning, beautiful, poignant. It feels like they've been in my heart for forever.