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They redeemed themselves

After dinner, the whole lot of them trouped around town in search of the Harry Potty book, which wasn’t easy to find for a different reason than the rest of Canada. Apparently, Quebec isn’t that interested. They finally found it in a grocery store and returned home with it. So, despite sleeping and packing up to come home, I read the book in 24 hours.

Thank goodness I’m a speed reader, for several reasons. One, I refused to look ahead, despite the fact that practically everyone who saw me reading it on the beach, no matter how casually they were interested, asked me to go to the end and tell them if Harry makes it. I wouldn’t, so if I were a slow reader, I would have been useless for a long time, wading through these 600 pages.

Two, as much as I liked the book – and I did, obviously, as I devoted as much of the last 24 hours to it as I could – wallowing for weeks would have gotten annoying. It isn’t worth that much of my time. If I were reading it to my kids, it might be, but otherwise, nope. I mean, it is a great read, but 600 pages? Oy. I feel for slow readers.

Reading it was fun. I liked it a lot and the kids made it into something of an event by checking frequently on my progress and, as I reached the last half, asking regularly after Harry’s health and if anyone others had died. I will say no more than that, even though the those who’ve surfed their way onto my blog using “Harry Potter” in their search string also used words like “spoilers” and “ending,” so the demand appears to be there. Oh, just go read it yourselves, slackers. Or, if not, go check Wikipedia. It is all up there, if you really want to know. I enjoyed doing it the old-fashioned way.

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Harry, of course (not)

Okay, I admit it: I like Harry Potter. When my kids were far too young to be interested, I picked up the first one on sale for when they got older. Then I read it because, like Everest, it was there. I enjoyed it. I’m not ashamed to admit it, as I think that is the mark of a really good children’s novel (although I didn’t enjoy it nearly as much as I have enjoyed the Lightening Thief series, which I adore and swear I’ll get around to writing more about as soon as I’m back to reality).

So I’ve read the rest of the series. I tried reading it to Maya, but she wasn’t impressed. Asher refused to even listen in the first place (although they love the Lightening Thief!), but I might try again with him. They like the movies okay, but aren’t big Potter fans. So I bought and read the books for myself.

I’ve been looking forward to number seven, and the closer I have come, the more concerned I have become that someone is going to blow the ending for me. This probably stems back to the kid named Jeff who I sat beside in 7th grade, who told me Darth Vader was Luke’s father before The Empire Strikes Back was even released.

So I am now anxious to get my hands on the latest book, but I’m hampered by a nasty stomach virus I came down with last night (I guess the fates didn’t consider the migraine alone to be enough illness for one holiday), and the fact that we are in a cottage in the woods, with nary a Chapters for miles.

Instead of hunting down the book, I flopped around on the beach (on the first sunny and warm day we’ve had all week, blech) feeling ill and reading the newspaper accounts of other people reading the book. When we came back up from the beach, my in-laws had arrived for their vacation, as we leave tomorrow. Innocently, my mother-in-law told me that they had stopped by Walmart to pick some stuff up for the kids, like the new Harry Potter book. My heart leapt up – the book is here! How silly of me not to ask them to get it in the first place. No, says my mother-in-law, the line was too long so they abandoned everything and left. This is what I said, “AAAAAARRRRGHHHH!!! You what!? You left it!? How could you do that!!!!? I can’t believe it!!!” Then I banged my head on the wall.

They found my reaction childish. “Well, if you wanted it so badly, why didn’t you just pick it up yesterday when you went shopping in [a little town half an hour away]?” they asked. I simply glared and flopped down on the couch, sulking like a 14-year-old.

It just came out today,” J told them. Oh, said they, how were they supposed to know that? Um, because you don’t live under a rock, maybe!?

Now the whole gang has gone out for dinner without me, because I am too ill to go, so instead, I am sitting here reading the latest Harry Potter book so I can find out the ending myself, before someone blows it for me whining on my blog.

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