Rebecca's only read the jacket summary and chapter titles so far.
There are some things in this world that Sara just may never understand, like the true complexity of JM Barrie's life and relationship with the five Davies brothers, like how to read a good book. Last night in Wal-Mart, she picked it up and turned to the last page before I had even paid for it. She doesn't understand that a Harry Potter book has to be savored, like an Italian cream soda or a bike ride around the campus lakes.
Sara fell asleep after we got back from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory yesterday, and so I went to the party at the bookstore by myself. It wasn't very crowded, and the costumes weren't nearly as good as the ones I saw at Books-a-Million's party for The Order of the Phoenix. The guy who was supposed to be Ron didn't even have red hair! I had my picture taken with two people dressed as Harry and Fluffy, ate chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's Every-Flavor Bean off a Welcome Witch's tray, and had a golden snitch painted on my cheek. Adam called halfway through it, and we talked for a while about The Chocolate Factory, which is and Mom are going to see this weekend, and our hopes for the book. Then I bought an Italian cream soda in the cafe and read from The Plot Tickens: Harry Potter Theories by Fans for Fans. It made me so eager for the book that I couldn't get to Wal-Mart fast enough and grab a copy off the stack.
Sara, in her sneaky way, has confirmed that an important character will die. She's probably going to give everything away before I can even get started. She's still alseep right now, and I'm in the living room typing this on the computer while The Little Colonel plays on the TV behind me. Shirley Temple is reconciling the old grudge between her mother and her curmudgeon grandfather.
Chapter 8's title is "Snape Victorious." Victorious over what -- his greasy hair, his arrogance, his vomit-inducing personality? Does this have anything to do with the rumor that Snape has a son?