I finished the latest book in the Harry Potters series yesterday. It took me a bit longer because of our plans last weekend, and then I have to share the book with my daughter.

Sharing a book is not a fun thing.

First of all, I wasn’t going to share. I forked over the money ($25.44 from my local bookstore), and it was MINE, all MINE. But I finally decided she could read it too, but I had priority. So when she went to bed Monday night, she couldn’t take it with her because I was reading it.

Very odd, that.  I don’t like sharing a book I want to read, but it was a big deal to her too, so I let her. And luckily she didn’t do the thing that I absolutely hate, which is take the cover off the book and just leave it lying around.

Now I am anxious to read the next one. I wish it was done NOW. This is why I don’t like sequels, and I rarely get caught up in them. After finishing the 6th book yesterday, I spent some time with the 5th book. There were some characters that I’d forgotten about and I wanted to be reminded of them.

Well, the editor’s still on vacation so I better get to work. Toodles.