Harry Potter and the...

I recieved my copy of Harry Potter while at camp, the Amazon package arriving at the end of the day though I had stayed up until midnight the previous night to celebrate the birth of a new installment to the Harry Potter saga. Yet, even with the copy secure in my hands, I knew I would not be safe, no matter how fast I read it, from the freaks who read the book in 42 minutes and 36.5 seconds and then would proceed to tell every living soul they came in contact with exactly what happened in the book. So I was left with no other option than to flee halfway across the state of Maine to hide in the seclusion of Baxter state park, and the base of the end of the Appalachian trial. Safely tucked behind a curtain of heavy rain in a wooden lean-to, I was able to read my book in uninterrupted bliss. It is against my beliefs to write anything down here that would reveal any aspect of the book to a future reader, but what I will say is this; HP VI was absolutely the best book in the series.

But then I returned to camp...

Where I was expecting to see the cheery faces of a hundred readers, I was confronted with gloom and despair. That was when the news reached me. Spoilers were afoot. I had underestimated the wildfire spread of ruination amongst the fans, and many readers had even lost the heart to read, claiming they knew what happened anyway, and turning in shame. Damn you spoilers! Why must you ruin the lives of so many children? Is there no end to the thirst in your souls? Are you forever cursed to sacrifice the happiness of others for your own insecurity? You bring disgrace to the entire reading nation.