No One Calls You the Weasel…

One of the best things about having a wife who works at the Library is that I can get on the “Hold” list fairly quickly for just about any book that comes out. Thus it was with the new Harry Potter book. I was #3 on the list (scoring me a book as soon as it came out) and when i recieved the telephone book sized (ok, a REAL cities telephone book…), brand new Year 6, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince I was all giggles. As I finally sat down to digest the eagerly anticipated, next-to-last book in the Harry Potter series, I couldn’t help but feel something akin to the feeling you get when the weather starts to get cold and you take your favorite blanket out of storage and wrap it around yourself - it’s comforting, it’s familiar and it puts you at ease. This is how I felt when reading the first few pages.

This whole series has been so phenomenal. Say what you want about them, call it a fad, a craze, whatever - you can’t deny J.K. Rowlings writing skill. Fans of the books know - we CARE about Harry, Hermione, and Ron, they are our little brothers and sisters and we experience their pain and loss; thrill and joy, just as keenly as they do. I don’t own wizard robes, I’ve never gone to a book release party, I don’t dress up like a wizard to go see the movies and I don’t own a wand (well, not anymore anyway), but I’m on the bandwagon just the same, baby! Next stop, Diagon Alley….