I took a break from the Harry Potter books a few years ago. I think I stopped on book 3 or 4? Just recently, I caught the fever again… borrowed a few books from my friend’s 13 year old daughter and buried my nose in them as often as I could for the past 3 weeks or so. I just finished the last book yesterday. Didn’t start work until well after 10 a.m. because I was so busy reading!
And now I face the very sad fact that I don’t have a Harry Potter book waiting for me next to my bed when I climb under the sheets tonight. 😦
I miss Harry.
In other news, the yoga won this morning. It beat the crap out of me. Isn’t it funny how that happens sometimes?