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Jul. 23rd, 2007 12:54 amI'm still alive, and I've finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It took me about four hours, I was reading at approximately the speed of sound just to find out what happened. Commentary to come after a second, more leisurely reading.
At the party at Tuscaloosa's Books-A-Million there were, memorably, a woman with her tiny newborn son dressed as Harry Potter, with a wee robe with the Gryffindor crest, wee glasses made from pipecleaners, and a wee scar drawn on his forehead. And a girl dressed as, I assume, Hermione, with her cat. An actual cat curled up in her arms. Apparently it was not tranquilized, as was my first impression, but just scared out of its mind. Which, if I'd tried to pull that off with one my cats, I would have been bleeding profusely and never have seen the cat again.
At the party at Tuscaloosa's Books-A-Million there were, memorably, a woman with her tiny newborn son dressed as Harry Potter, with a wee robe with the Gryffindor crest, wee glasses made from pipecleaners, and a wee scar drawn on his forehead. And a girl dressed as, I assume, Hermione, with her cat. An actual cat curled up in her arms. Apparently it was not tranquilized, as was my first impression, but just scared out of its mind. Which, if I'd tried to pull that off with one my cats, I would have been bleeding profusely and never have seen the cat again.
