My fear of spoilers meant that I was willing to get up this morning at 2 a.m. and go to my local Kroger's to pick up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I drove with the radio off. I spent eight hours today reading it, just so I could find out for myself how it ended and not hear it anywhere else. You won't find any spoilers here. I will say that fans won't be disappointed -- this is a great, thrilling read.
I have been avoiding TV news for a couple of days, being careful when surfing online. I told people who read the leaked manuscript (actually, just the end) online that I don't want to know. I know that would-be spoilers just want to prove how smart they are by knowing something that we schmucks who actually want to read the book don't. But I don't read the books just to find out what happened, I read them to get lost in the amazing fantasy world that J.K. Rowling created. I've never been the kind of person who reads the end of the book first, because I do enjoy the element of surprise. That's the sad thing about finishing the last book -- I can't be surprised by any of these again, even though I'll enjoy re-reading them.
In Shakespeare plays, a narrator comes out on stage at the beginning to tell the audience what was going to happen so that they could then relax and enjoy the unfolding of the characters and the dialogue without being anxious to know how things end. Maybe he had the right idea after all -- his plays were totally spoiler-proof. And these were in the days before the Internet and cable news.
Speaking of books, I've been enjoying the comments on the Beck post. Plenty of good insights and valid criticisms. I will definitely admit to being a little harsh in my tone and perhaps taking things too much to heart. This dieting stuff is just so fraught. I will have to give the book another try when I'm feeling a little less sensitive.