July 22, 2007

• It’s all over

  The last Harry Potter was a rattling good tale.  But, oh, I am full of sour grapes, as I got picky about some the grammar (and I blame her editor), some of the descriptions, and, honestly, if one more baddy had been defeated because he hadn’t been able to raise his (or her) wand arm in time, then the book could have gone flying across the room.  I suspect, had I not been reading it in one day, I would not have been so bothered.  As my Mother says, it doesn’t really matter (within reason, because we wouldn’t want the little loves picking up anything excessively violent or sexy) what children read, just as long as they pick up that habit.

  
  

  When it comes to annoying phrases, I’m just as bad.  My characters are continuously taking deep steadying breaths.  Because, obviously, there isn’t enough air to go round in the the Austrian Tyrol.  I have to do some writing this afternoon.  The last batch I wrote turned out to be error-ridden.  This must be corrected, while on the sofa, with tea.

  
  

  I’m glad I went to queue up: I can’t honestly see that a book is going to inspire quite so many people in the future.  I thoroughly enjoyed the hype.  It was fun queuing for an hour and a half in the cold, and trying to explain to the odd social anthropologist (a different one, and he was drunk) exactly why I was there. 

  
  

  Which reminds me.  I must ask the Anthropologist to bring back some Elizabeth Arden 8 Hour Cream from Geneva when he flies over.  My nose is disintegrating: we cleared out the Guides’ loft at Coram’s Fields, and it was very dusty: I soaked three tissues with that ghastly runnyness that’s indicative of an allergy really getting going.  And now my nostrils and septum are bright red and hurt.  I almost wish I had a moustache to hide it.  However, I’d look silly.

  
  

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