The Cursed Child
I know what you’re going to ask me: Did I stay up all night to start reading J.K. Rowling’s The Cursed Child. And the answer is no. My copy hasn’t arrived.
I wish Amazon had a section on their ordering page determining the level of your fandom and then delivering products from said fandom faster to those who score higher on the list. I think we’ve determined over the years that I have an unusual, extreme love of all things Harry Potter, so… you would think Amazon would have gotten that book over to me post haste.
If I had known that there would be this delay, I would have never ordered it from them. I’ll know now for Harry Potter 9.
(There’s going to be a Harry Potter 9, right?)
The book should be here in the next few days, and once it arrives, we’ve decided to read the whole thing aloud. It isn’t fair for one person to get to jam the whole book into their eye sockets while the rest of the people in the house wait around for their time to consume it. Also the ChickieNob’s idea that we purchase 4 copies of the book (plus an extra for Truman since he loves books, too) wasn’t financially sound. So I’m going to do all the voices. I’m going to switch places in the room so they know which character is speaking. And I’m going to act the whole freakin’ thing out in our living room this week.
Part of me wants to spread it out and read it slowly, but I also don’t want to start hearing spoilers. So I am going to read aloud the whole thing in marathon sessions, and then each of us can go back and read it to ourselves slowly. It’s what must be done.
So, no, I haven’t started it yet. But I will soon. Excuse me, I need to go practice my Scorpius voice.
Oh, and happy birthday, Harry Potter!