Friday New York was abuzz with Harry Potter anticipation. And Saturday the subways were filled with people pouring over thick purple hardbacks, and on Sunday church was full of girls with that same thick purple hardback poking out of their purses. And of course, if you know me, you probably know that I am just about impervious to Potter-mania. I gave the first chapter of the first book a shot six years ago and never got further than that. But I don't consider myself a hater, and find the Potter-obsessions of others amusing.
For example, two years ago when I was spending the summer in San Marino I took my cousin Katharine to Borders for the midnight release of Harry Potter and the Book that Came Out Before The Newest One. The place swarmed with obsessed children, preteens, teens, young adults, adults, and senior citizens. They were all playing Harry Potter trivia games and eating Harry Potter popcorn and walking around the bookstore. Some people even killed the time others spent in rapt anticipation by thumbing through books that weren't Harry Potter.
My goodness, look at all those muggles!
Ultimately, it turned out that pre-ordering your latest Potter-tome at the Pasadena Borders did not ensure that you would receive your Potter book quickly or without confusion, but by 1:30 or so Katharine finally had her book and we left with our cousinly-friendship still intact, but only just barely. (It gets so stressful listening to the numbers being announced and getting your book and buying your book!)
I spent 45 minutes that night thumbing through the book to see who died that time. Yesterday I only had to thumb through the new book for about 3 minutes before I found out who died this time. (It's Jar Jar)
As opposed to last week and some of the week before, this week I have a surplus of content to post on. An enormous account of Thursday night-Friday night-Saturday afternoon may be posted later today, and an equally gigantic relating of Saturday night should appear tomorrow. So there you are, warned.