Yeah, I admit it. We're fans. I stumbled onto the scene late as far as fanmanship goes. I lived blissfully unaware of Mr. Potter for years and years...and then I moved in with my future husband. The summer of 2002, it was, and he was borrowing the boxed set of four from a friend (Thanks Cassie!) at the time, and had finished the series just before I arrived. Convinced by his tactics, I believed wretched things would happen to me if I failed to read the things. I began on the first book and before the 5th chapter, I knew I was addicted. I ordered a set of books for myself, suspecting that Miss Cassie might like her books returned. Of course, we all know that Miles is a procrastinator in the worst of ways, and I think she had to wait quite awhile to get them back...but note: NOT MY FAULT.
We were starving for the fifth book by the time of its release. Miles, ever the gentleman (and knowing that my brain was fried by wedding details) granted me the first reading of our copy. I was gracious enough to finish in a day. So, the 6th book was released today...and he we decided that he should have the first reading. I was glum, and I left him home alone to wait for his stupid book.
THEN!—
Momma came to the rescue! She saved me! She bought me a copy of my very own! We shall be dueling readers! And with that, I bid you adieu....go ahead and guess what I've got planned for the rest of the evening! I dare ya!
