Even though I said I wasn’t going to read the latest Harry Potter book until I’d finished my short story (I’m about half way through writing it,) I did in fact read and finish the Deathly Hallows. I had to. It was self defense. People kept trying to tell me about it even though I expressly told everyone not to.
Example 1: My 11 year old son came home from school on Monday and asked if I’d finished the book yet. I said, “No.”
He said, “Well a kid in my class told me some stuff that happened, but I didn’t believe him and I wanted to know if–”
“Stop!” I told him. “Remember, you’re not supposed to tell me about the book.”
“Well the girls in my class said he was lying. They said–“
“Stop!” I said and had to once again explain my no spoiler in the house policy.
Example 2: I let my 13 year old son read it while I was working on my short story, dinner, etc, but the next day when I went into his bedroom to shake him awake, he rolled over and–still asleep–mumbled, “No, that’s not the wand you use for defense.”
Example 3: I started reading the book while I waited at doctor’s appointments, swimming lessons, etc. I had the book on my bed and last night my 13 year old came into to talk to me and started flipping through the pages near the end. “No way!” he exclaimed. “Does Hermione die?”
“Stop it! Stop it!” I yelled at him.
You’d think he’d know better than to say those sorts of things since I got mad at him for flipping to the last page of number six and yelling, “I was right! Dumbledore dies!”
Dumbledore wasn’t the only one who nearly died after that. I was only half way through the book.
So you see, I had to read it before anyone else could say anything more about the story. Right after I finished I went downstairs, found my 13 year old and said, “You’re right. Hermione dies.”
It serves him right.
I’ll review the book next blog. All in all I loved it, but there were parts that bothered me, like how come she never explained who the baby was? Did I miss that somehow?