Dammit.

It's that terrible time that comes once every few years. The first week when "the next" Harry Potter book has been released.

Don't get me wrong (Note: "Don't get me wrong." is probably one of the most overused phrases of all time. Just like that old classic "No offense, but..." or "I'm not racist/sexist/fascist/communist/horny or anything, but..."), I enjoy a good ride on the old Potter Train just as much as the next gal, but it's just too damn stressful.

Living in a house of 3 people who all want to read the same book at the same time is hazardous unto itself. Fortunately, I'm usually able to smuggle the book off to some desolate corner and hoard the goodness all for my own. Because I bees a bitch like that.

And then there's the constant risk of spoilers... everywhere. The last book was ruined probably 4 times before I even made it halfway through, rendering the last couple hundred pages as stale and unfulfilling as bad sex on top of dry matza while listening to Kenny G (yes, really). I was just skimming the damn thing, begging to get it over with. That's why, this time, I'm not visiting any of my usual websites or leaving my house or talking to anyone that has read further than me. Right now, I'm living in this state of paranoid, hyper-awareness where I fear that everywhere I turn , someone is going to give something away. Pulling up Merriam-Webster.com just now made me cringe a little for fear that someone may have pasted a giveaway on the homepage. Because people are assholes like that. (Note: If someone were, however, to write a plot summary in blood on my bathroom mirror that would be kind of awesome.). I will not let the last Potter be ruined!

But mostly, I'm going to enjoy this read. 4-6 were mostly me rushing through in 2 days, desperately trying to get the thing read so I could say that I did it. But NO! I will not be rushed! I am going to savor this thing for all it's worth.

So with that said...

Harry is really pissing the hell out of me. (No spoilers or anything here). I didn't realize what a moody, pissant little bitch he is... until now. I always just thought it was J.K. Rowling trying to get across his selflessness and valor, but I'm really starting to think that she wants me to hate him. Which is confusing... and kind of awesome (from a character development standpoint).

And that is all. *Scurries back to dark corner and continues pouring over book*

(Note: I'm sorry if this post is annoying. But just because you don't want to read Harry Potter *cough* Oskar *cough* and possibly Bellami *cough* I'm not sure *cough* and maybe Lindsey too *cough* and be a mindless Potter drone like the rest of us, doesn't mean that I should alter my bloggings for you! I'm my own woman, dammit! I choose my addictions. They're my choice! *grabs IV* *pumps medley of illicit substances into self* mmmmmm... Pottttterr.)