Well, we have it… Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
A little anti-climatic, really — Rachel’s employer’s bookstore was
allowed to distribute books to “employees,” and I think they
interpreted the concept a tad broadly, so she had the book in her hands
by 5pm tonight. Anyway, while the Globe’s Sidekick stupidly recommended
picking up the book at the Harvard Coop (which is nothing more than a
Harvard-skinned
Barnes & Noble), I have fond memories of standing on line last
summer, eating an ice cream cone and waiting with all the other adult
kids for the stroke of midnight when we could start picking up Order of the Phoenix at Curious George Goes to Wordsworth. Sadly, Wordsworth itself closed between then and now. Thanks, Sidekick, for kicking indie bookstores in the stomach.
Unfortunately, we’re leaving tomorrow morning for New York. Maybe I can get Rachel to read it to me in the car?
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