The book arrived mid-day Saturday and once the boys realized it was here there was much rejoicing. I must say, for a while there on Saturday, it was quite noisy in the Allimom household.
#1 managed to get a few chapters read Saturday evening and Sunday morning before he had to take off for camp.
#2 managed to get a few chapters read Saturday before #1 discovered the book had arrived, and reluctantly let #1 have the book while he was still home. He then got himself grounded Sunday morning, and the only item in his grounding is that he cannot read the book for a week.
I got the book read between Saturday (after #1 went to bed) and Sunday (after he left).
It was (I reluctantly admit) a good book. I laughed. I cried. I got pissed off at J.K. Rowling.
That’s all I’m going to say about it.
I’ll probably read it again in the next few days, but I need to get over being mad first.