In 13 minutes, the East Coast will get their sweaty paws on ‘Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows’. In London, they’ve had the book for about 8 hours.
Oregon, we have a few more hours to wait.
The trouble, and it seemed genius at the time, is that our household ordered their copy on Amazon.com.
So it will be several more hours before it arrives. Now, while I trust my readers quite a lot, I realize the risk run of being on the blogosphere at this touchy time of the new release.
Spoiling the book has become an infamous pastime for Potter haters and arse-holes alike. There are those who take perverse delight in ruining the outcome for an avid muggle, by divulging plot points or publishing the end before a reader gets a chance to read.
It’s an oily, Snape-like thing to do. Such people should be strapped to a chair with a rabid cockatrice, and forced to watch The Mighty Ducks 400 times in a row. They should have petrified cat feces poked up their nose holes, and be involuntarily sterilized.
But that’s neither here nor there. The point is, I can’t *read* for a little while. Not till Harry Potter comes. I’m going to be utilizing my earplugs, I’m going to avoid looking at faces (lip-reading) and I’m going to stick to writing blogs and reading a select few that I trust not to publish spoiler information. I’m not even going to read my comments, so if you want to speak your mind consequence-free, now’s the time.
You wouldn’t think a widely loved series would prompt such antisocial behavior, but it’s for the best.
I do hope Hagrid lives.
Update: It’s here! It’s here!