Interesting Opinions PV with Dinah Closed

Dinah was feeling rather overwhelmed by everything at the moment. The school, the magic, the students and all the big changes that were suddenly happening in her life. She welcomed them definitely, but just perhaps not all at once. 
In order to combat this feeling of engulfment, she had quickly grabbed her favourite book from her trunk and taken refuge at the back of the library. It was quiet and isolated and just what Dinah needed to get her head back in order. 
The tattered copy of ‘The Great Gatsby’ was one of her few prized possessions from her life in the muggle world. She had found it at her first care home, before she could even read the words properly, and immediately been struck by the beautiful artwork on the cover. Once she had been able to understand the story, she had fallen in love with it. The imagery, the underlying messages and the way the characters were so flawed yet so interesting. 
It had made her wonder if that was what made people so interesting - not how nice they were or how many great things they did, but their flaws and how they impacted their life. 

Dinah had found a seat at a table right at the back of the library where it seemed unlikely anyone else would come bother her. She got herself comfortable, knees up under her chin and the book comfortingly held in her hands, and began reading happily. 

She was almost at the end of the third chapter when a noise almost broke her concentration. Apparently, someone else had somehow had the same idea as herself and a girl was stood by the table looking rather affronted at not having the cosy spot to herself. 
Regardless she had pulled out a chair opposite Dinah and sat herself down. She also appeared to be carrying a muggle book. 

Dinah glanced over momentarily to sneak a peek at the cover but was unable to see properly. Not wanting to get too distracted, she delved once again into the fictional 1920’s but just as she was losing herself, she was interrupted for a second time. 

“Are you really reading that?” The girl had commented, an eyebrow raised. 

Dinah couldn’t help it as her mouth twitched into a frown and she narrowed her eyes. Was this girl really coming over here, interrupting her reading and making remarks about her book?

“Excuse me?” She held up the book, showing off the cover and wondering if the girl just hadn’t seen properly what she was reading. “This is a classic!” 

Elizabeth watched as the girl looked over and showed her the cover of her book, making sure Liz could clearly see the title, The Great Gatsby. She despised the book, mostly because of it's blatant sexism and male entitlement, but also just because it wasn't an extraordinary book in itself. It was okay, at best.

"Excuse me? This is a classic!" The girl exclaimed, to which Elizabeth scoffed and shook her head.

"Yeah, a classic case of male entitlement. What kind of girl allows herself to be controlled by not one, but two different men?" She asked with a raised eyebrow,crossing her legs on the chair so she could be comfortable for what she was sure was going to be a long debate. "Daisy gets married, and then when her old flame comes into town, she lets him essentially force her to leave her husband. When she tells her husband she's leaving him, you can clearly see that Gatsby has brainwashed her into doing so." She exclaimed, leaning back in her chair. "Which is why I'd much rather read something like this," she held up her copy of Murder on The Orient Express. "Than a story from such a repressing time like that." She said with a shrug, placing her book down on the table.

Dinah stared back at the girl incredulously as she continued to give her negative opinions of the book. 

She’d been minding her own business, enjoyed a nice read in the library. So who was this girl and why did she feel like she had to disturb that? 

Despite herself, Dinah couldn’t help but engage with the other girl. She had to defend her book of course. It was a favourite of hers. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. If anything, Daisy is the one playing the two men throughout the whole book. She has them both fighting over her and yet she plays up to Gatsby’s advances only to then leave him alone without so much as a goodbye!” Dinah exclaimed, trying to keep her voice low. She of course wanted to make her point, but she thought it best not to get thrown out of the library. “If you ask me, she’s the one with the control of the situation. Gatsby and Tom just have the illusion of control.”

The other girl, clearly believing she knew better, held up her own book. This allowed Dinah to clearly see cover and the title. 

‘Murder on the Orient Express’. It was one she had read a long time ago, stolen from the bag of one of the care workers and hidden up in her room. 
Dinah remembered liking the story but not loving it. In fact if she remembered correctly, she had eventually began to use it as a door wedge in a pointless attempt to keep her bedroom door locked. 

“Oh like that’s so much better? I mean sure it’s got the potential to be interesting but could it be anymore far fetched?” Dinah threw the book a dirty look and leaned her elbows on the table. “The way the mystery is solved is absolutely ludicrous! And the guesses Poirot makes are almost miraculous. There’s no way he’d have actually have been able to guess the exact specifics of the murder.”