I've pre-ordered our copy, actually copies. After the debacle last time I thought it was wise; when those very kind people at Amazon delivered our copy right on time, there was a bit of a struggle and the book got torn in half. I ended up having to read the 2nd half first as it was decreed that I had started it.
The whole business was extremely confusing and my tongue was red raw because of having bite it not to give the end away. [note to self - change of address notification to Amazon as well as Uma].
Why the terrible Goddess is so keen on Harry Potter, I'm not sure. I did ask her and she said something totally incomprehensible about escaping the tedium of being married.
My interest is, of course, obvious.
The disguised references to the blogging world are a source of great fascination. You, avid readers, will know that the game of Quidditch is a very clever pastiche of the netscape that I find myself slowly sinking into. ( I'm putting in a lot of effort to help him sink. Lo TG Ed.)
A few players performing in front of many, hitting Bludgers around, trying with great skill and dexterity to knock each other to the ground. JK knows a thing or two. Bloggers want to appear sweet and affable, doing their own thing and admiring or laughing at other peoples efforts. The truth is, we are all at war. We all want to be recognised and appraised by the World Blog Council, the highest authority in the Blogosphere. I, for instance, have been pulled from obscurity and now have several readers and a certificate. Penfold is still struggling. He's doing his best, bless him, but he doesn't have the technical skills and contacts that I have. He doesn't have a certificate and there's nothing he can do about it.
If you accidentally find his blog, leave a comment - we must try and encourage very slow emerging talent.
Do blow the bomb up, I may be great but I'm not proud - thank you
