I held out, you know? I waited over a week after the initial Five Million Frenzy, thinking that I was reading an awfully good Cynthia Voigt book and I had waited this long, I could wait some more. I mean, I like the books, sure, it’s not like I’m one of the psycho clerk-threatening Potter Moms.
Then the dastardly Maria lent me her copy, and oh golly. Oh golly. I’ve had it three days and have not allowed myself to bring it to work, which has helped keep me from being wholly suctioned. But it’s so good. I’m only three hundred fifty in and I already know it’s my favorite. I honestly like it better than the third one, which I didn’t think I’d ever say.
But they’re doing things, which I’m beginning to realize is what I like best in the books. Everything I get tired of in the others, especially the second, is when it feels like they’re being pushed around by circumstances; it’s when they start coming up with their own ideas that things get interesting. Maybe that’s why I always read the last quarter of any given book in one frantic sitting. Oh golly.
Maybe the best thing, to those few who will understand it: in this book, Harry and company get together just like Sunday Night Basketball! Also, the new villain is my favorite yet. Why? Because we’ve met, and her name is KERA.
