Sweet 'Arry Pottah

I ordered the book. I'm a card carrying member of the Harry Potter fan club. The book was supposed to be delivered to my door today. I had all intentions of spending my night reading the final installment of my Hogwart's crack. The book DID NOT come. There, I said it -- it IS NOT here. Now I have to wait for Monday. I'll be so out of the loop -- they'll have to take my card back. Curse you, mail system, curse you. If only I weren't a muggle, I'd have my way.

I went online and sought out the true story. I was pleased to see that the spoilers I'd read previously are apparently not true -- Ron does not die. I never realized how impatient I am. Knowing what happens won't ruin the book for me. I will probably cry just as much reading the details of two particular deaths knowing that they are to occur than if it came as a surprise. I won't tell you who or what dies, but I will say I loved that owl...

Don't get all angry -- that happens early on. I'll save the juicy details until after I've actually read the book. I can say that I don't see this being a kid's movie.

Speaking of not being muggle - oh, the things I'd do if I was a witch. I'd be the most brilliant witch ever.