First off: Oh, OF COURSE, I went ahead and read the damn book. I generally can’t resist something I want when it’s right in front of me. (Later for you, Pookie)
I have to admit to a little giggle when Pat K. left this comment..
“You know you’re gonna read it.
Stop pretending to ask for advice.”
..but I couldn’t respond because I was too busy reading the damn book.
He knows me too well, I think.
Also, having read the entire series again, I am more firmly convinced than ever that Dumbledore is not dead. I am prepared to argue this at length and think that before the book comes out, all us Harry Potter fans should get together and do a live blogging thingie where we all offer forth our opinions and reasons for them. If anyone is interested, let me know.
Now, on to more pressing matters.
Today is my son’s birthday. I am the mother a 20 year old person. I? Am old.
What I also am is broke. A little light in the wallet (except for my pre-paid Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows ticket, because I have got my priorities in order).
So I’m not going to be able to send Nate (my son. He’s 20 and a soldier. I think it’s ok to say his name now. I’m pretty sure he can fend off any stalkers he might encounter as a result) the usual $100.00.
So, if y’all could help me out and leave birthday wishes in the comments, he could read them and know that even though I can’t buy his love with money, I can certainly round up some strangers from the internet to tell him Happy Birthday.
Nate, in New Hampshire, last June.
Also, Fauve, I have not been to Starbuck’s to buy your gift card yet. I’m seriously considering sending you a $5.00 bill at this point. You’ll know just how lazy I am when you check your mail in the next few days. Or weeks.