Walking back into my office my eyes landed on my desk. Sitting there on the corner was Bob’s copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. A jolt of excitement shot through my body.
“Done?!?” I thought, “But he was on page 410 yesterday! Andrea is sick! They have two adorable and very active kids! They have two out of town guests! Hell, he has a fulltime job! How did he finish this overnight?” By staying up to 2:30am, that’s how. Andrea, who’s sick as a dog (a very cute and loveable dog, of course) actually came into the office partly so she could deliver this to me.
The Glicksteins, you see, are incomparable. I sometimes wonder what I did to deserve knowing them.
I’m thrilled that I’ll finally get to read HP7. Tonight there’ll be no gym. No work. No IM. No movies. No news. I might even pick up some take-out on my way home so I don’t have to prepare dinner. If someone calls tonight it had better be a life-threatening emergency because otherwise you might get a very cold reception from me. No, the evening is going to be entirely devoted to devouring every word of this book.