On the off chance you have been in outer Mongolia until today, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows went on sale EVERYWHERE in the world at the stroke of midnight, or actually 12:01 on Saturday 21 July 2007.
Well, mine arrived with today's mail. So as soon as I finish what I am reading now, I will start in on Harry. Will I have the self-control to refrain from what I usually do (skip to the end of the book to see who is still alive)? Who knows--I will try, but I am not promising anything.
Anyway, after getting the mail, I headed off to the grocery store for some provisions. Without camera. No, I don't take my camera into the grocery store. (Only person I know who might do that is Mary. . .but she has never owned up to so doing, so I won't accuse her.)
LO AND BEHOLD--there by the check out counter was a table with a big stack of Harry P books, complete with balloons announcing their presence. I just laughed out loud.
What sheer genius. Whip everyone in the world into a lather, embargo the book, and then make it available EVERYWHERE! The woman behind me in the grocery line said she had been at Barnes & Noble until 2 a.m. waiting to get a copy for her daughter. She also said she understood that the initial run of this book was for 12 million copies. 12 million copies! (Verified by Wikipedia--if they are correct.) WOW! The success of this series has made J.K. Rowling wealthier than the Queen of England.
As I finished my purchases, and watched the grocery clerk bag my items, I said "paper, please." I like to think of myself as environmentally conscious, and responsible too, but I was too taken aback by what she did next to comment--here are my grocery bags.
Well, between my not being quick enough of tongue, and with Harry Potter's final battle now in 12 million books, it does make me wonder--paper, please?