I resisted until now. I refused to get caught up in the hype of the seventh Harry Potter (and the Deathly Hallows). I rolled my eyes every time I saw the "Snape: Friend or Foe?" signs. I refused to speculate on the ending of the series--I was patient to read the book.
But then I finished rereading the series. And now I'm running through the possibilities in my head. And strongly desiring the release date to be here. I know I can't stay up all night when it comes out and read it--but I'll want to. (Luckily I have a race the next morning to get up for). I'm sure my entire weekend will be eaten up trying to finish the book so that I squelch the strong desire of wanting to know before the end of the weekend, when I have to return to work.
I used to get this strong desire when reading books in junior high. I read Robin McKinley's The Blue Sword, and discovered there were more stories about that world (The Hero and the Crown). I was just filled with the urge to gobble the book down. I would get it about all sorts of books, but recently Harry Potter has triggered it.
I don't get that irresistible thirsty feeling much anymore--perhaps my education has made me less enthusiastic in the regard about books--but it's nice to still feel.
And now I wait. And I already swear to not reveal any information about the book except the safe "You should read it; it's good."
I think I've decided to make this week's posts all about Harry Potter in some way. Hope you enjoy.
Here's a fun little animation page--they parody Harry Potter, and I laughed, so I thought I would share.