True story.� My seventeen-year-old daughter couldn’t wait for our pre-ordered copy from Amazon on Saturday.� She bought one just after Midnight early Saturday morning, came home and had it ready by 8:17 a.m.� She was possibly the first to finish in the Central Standard Time Zone.� (This is the girl who, at age eight, read the first HP in 24 hours.� It only took her that long because we made her go to bed for awhile.)
My wife and I had no idea.� We were up drinking our morning coffee when she stumbled out of her room still dressed from the day before.� “It is finished,” she said, her voice strained with emotion.
“Do you need a hug?” I said.
She immediately came for the hug (from her mother) and burst into tears.� After things settled down, she claimed it was good, but the ending was “stupid.”� STUPID is her word for anything that doesn’t quite fit her idea of the way things are supposed to be, so I’m not taking it as a negative endorsement.
Our Amazon copy was in the mail box by noon.� I’m about 150 pages into it.� I’m hooked, but alas, I must grade my Adolescent Lit essays and exams by Tuesday!� Pronto graderamus!
Errr…I need to be back to Hogwarts.
I like the classic Harry “Errr…”.
I ashamedly love Harry Potter. This causes riotous laughter from some of my friends and a few sideways glances, but I really don’t care. My sister thinks it’s evil witchcraft (which I find extremely uproarious.) Little does she know I dabbled in Wicca at one time. Lol. I was dying for the new movie to come out because I just can’t get enough of that underdog at Hogwarts.