Hell and Harry Potter

I must admit that I checked the Guardian last night before I crawled to bed to see if their traditional all-night review had completed the text. I am somewhat troubled by these two facts; that I went to bed at ten, completely exhausted on Friday night and that I was interested on whatever ephemeral level about whether Harry bought it in the end.

A lush night of slumber elicited deep drinks from the dreamstreams and now my wife is hawking over a minor splash of discard in our neighborhood yard sale. I am excited about Wolf Solent.My motivations remain obscure, even to myself.