Harry Blogger and the Deftly-Marketed Pt. 2

Sometime amidst the gaggle of muggles and possible nargles at Borders at midnight, the color Silver was called and Urn picked up her copy of "...The Deathly Hallows."

We got there around 9:30pm, and I immediately made a bee-line for the record department. Unfortunately, Potter-related activities were taking place (a spelling bee and of course the Great Snape Debate). So it was a bit loud and there were the local gentry in the aisles, like this guy I spotted near the True Crime section:

Also, the store record dept. has the most horrendously bright spot-lighting which left me itchy and dripping cherry-sized beads of sweat on a Buffy Saint-Marie anthology.

So while I imagined a midnight browse through a book store would be blessed, I soon found myself muttering at all the young jackanapes, battery-powered wands twinkling, whizzing past me by the Pop/Rock Music Bio shelves.

Oh well. Still, it was a literary event, and that was enough for me. A few minutes before midnight, the store employees rolled out the unopened boxes of the book.

Some mild hooting and wooing followed, but the customers emitted only a low-level of vocal enthusiasm. So Urn's reading the book now (last night read from 12:30am-4:00am, then 9:30am-1:30pm, and now from 9:30pm until she finishes or falls asleep).

I mean, it's not like she can leave the house again before she finishes it -- some ill-mannered Deatheater or uncultured muggle might spoil the ending for her!

To all Harry Potter fans, enjoy!