So, I have it, thinking I couldn’t get it and now I’m reading it. What a weird experience. I am going to buy it, but I’m in this place where a good portion of the known world is waiting, waiting to read it. And I’m reading it, peacefully. I feel like I’m in an emotional stasis, waiting to see how I’ll feel during tomorrow. Some of my friends are very perturbed. They’re acting like I’m performing stem-cell research in my basement. D– pleaded with me not to read it and not to tell him until after the bar. I’m excellent at maintaining secrets, so no fear there. But still his plaintive cry made me wonder, am I Snape’s bastard?