I want to be the first person in line when J.K. Rowling's latest book, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." I want to be there so I can grab my book, flip to the end to skim the last few pages, and then start shouting about how Hermione dies at the end, Voldemort is Harry's real father, and the book ends with the sentence, "Now go forth, children, and serve your master Beelzebub as I have taught you."
Perhaps it's best that I don't. The pleasure would be fleeting, but the blunt trauma would be with me for weeks.
Friday, July 13, 2007
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