Harry Potter...what must be said
I was at a Barnes & Noble in Manhattan on the day that the book was unveiled officially, which was about two days after the book was released by Muggles that muddle these things up. I was there, before you jump to any conclusions, to merely hang out at the Starbucks(TM). The way I see it, as long as I get to read a $12.00 book for the price of a mint chocolate chip frapuccino, I am more than getting my money's worth. Besides, there is no real activity of any sort in New Jersey where I am staying -- that is unless you count mowing your lawns and driving your SUV as legitimate activities -- so hanging out in Manhattan and people watching is definitely the thing to do over the weekends.
Getting back to the B&N, I was shocked to discover the place overrun by 30 year olds in prepubescent Potter paraphernalia - pointy hats, broomsticks, and a couple of moms in violently shaded capes. And kids running amock while the parents read through the blurb quickly to determine appropriateness of content, never mind the Pope. But they needn't have worried. With this issue of the seven part series, JK Rowling jumps clearly into the genre previously occupied by movies starring Lindsay Lohan or Reese Witherspoon.
The plot is quick and racy and references to obscene hand gestures and snogging in public are exactly what you'd want your 10 year old to read in the interest of getting ahead in the evolutionary race to find a girlfriend. But there are no spoilers really since you start reading the book anticipating the twist that you know will come somewhere in chapter 29 or so and then a heavy spell binding faceoff between He-who-must-not-be-named and He-who-is-not-getting-any- currently-just-because-he-chooses-not-to-be-with-the-obviously-slutty-chick.
Since you know there is going to be a book Seven, you know that Potter is not about to meet his untimely death in this one.
And I am only on chapter 22, so its not like I read the whole book before I came to these conclusions.
However, one thing must be said... I am glad that they are making the movies right now. Let's get this over with and get back to business. The last thing one wants is for the toddlers of today to queue up twenty years from now, outside movie halls for weeks, through rain, heatwaves and the occassional hailstorm, in goofy star spangled capes and green tights and wielding plastic glow wands as they wait for tickets to the last and final edition of Harry Potter: Revenge of the Slyth(erins).
Getting back to the B&N, I was shocked to discover the place overrun by 30 year olds in prepubescent Potter paraphernalia - pointy hats, broomsticks, and a couple of moms in violently shaded capes. And kids running amock while the parents read through the blurb quickly to determine appropriateness of content, never mind the Pope. But they needn't have worried. With this issue of the seven part series, JK Rowling jumps clearly into the genre previously occupied by movies starring Lindsay Lohan or Reese Witherspoon.
The plot is quick and racy and references to obscene hand gestures and snogging in public are exactly what you'd want your 10 year old to read in the interest of getting ahead in the evolutionary race to find a girlfriend. But there are no spoilers really since you start reading the book anticipating the twist that you know will come somewhere in chapter 29 or so and then a heavy spell binding faceoff between He-who-must-not-be-named and He-who-is-not-getting-any- currently-just-because-he-chooses-not-to-be-with-the-obviously-slutty-chick.
Since you know there is going to be a book Seven, you know that Potter is not about to meet his untimely death in this one.
And I am only on chapter 22, so its not like I read the whole book before I came to these conclusions.
However, one thing must be said... I am glad that they are making the movies right now. Let's get this over with and get back to business. The last thing one wants is for the toddlers of today to queue up twenty years from now, outside movie halls for weeks, through rain, heatwaves and the occassional hailstorm, in goofy star spangled capes and green tights and wielding plastic glow wands as they wait for tickets to the last and final edition of Harry Potter: Revenge of the Slyth(erins).
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