I don't think it's conceited to say that I have a good imagination. I didn't see a film or watch television until I was twelve years old, so my mind's eye became a powerful tool, painting pictures and landscapes and portraits brilliantly as I read stories. That's why a film based on a book rarely surpasses what my imagination creates during the reading of the tale. Last night, though, my own imagination paled beside the artistry of several scenes in Mike Newell's Goblet of Fire film. I wonder if JK herself was blown away when she saw the International Quidditch Cup on the big screen. Magnificent. (The graphic is an illustration for the book painted by another wonderful artist, Mary GrandPré.)