Doorbell rang just a few moments ago and I opened the door in time to see our mailman scurrying back into his truck after leaving a small bundle of joy on our doorstep. Yes, the latest Harry Potter book has finally arrived. My daughter, having an ability to smell new Potter products the same way that sharks can smell blood in the water, immediately pounced on the book as soon as I opened the package and ran off to her room where she barricaded the door while muttering to herself in a fashion similar to Daffy Duck when he sees large sums of money. This means it’ll probably be a few days before I get a chance to read the book myself; depending in part on whether my wife wants to read it after Courtney. We accidentally bought two copies of book five last time so this was less of an issue, but with my lack of employment currently we had a hard enough time justifying the one purchase let alone even considering two books.
So to tide myself over and refresh my memory of what’s come before I’ve decided to re-read all of the previous books starting with the first. This should take me a couple of weeks if I read at my usual, leisurely pace, but that should help ensure that by the time I get around to book six everyone in the neighborhood will have had a chance to read it and I won’t have to worry about it disappearing on me when I set it down for the night. If I invest some serious time into reading the book then perhaps I’ll get done even sooner, but until then don’t be posting any spoilers in the comments.