i've finally finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (which i began yesterday, on the train to Gombak, sitting beside a man who clearly needed to reacquaint himself with soap, hot water, and a fresh towel). i am...gobsmacked, perhaps, is the word? as Bertie Wooster would say, gorblimey.
i await the next -and last- with (slightly) bated breath.
[oh, and -- if anyone should find themselves on the verge of swearing at a recorded menu when waiting for 'customer service' from their dearly beloved cell-providers -- pressing zero generally connects you immediately to a real human being who will be highly appreciative of all the new combinations of swear words and curses you can possibly come up with, i'm sure. i know, because i did just that earlier this evening. (well i refrained, womanfully, from cussing out the poor child who answered the phone, but am sure that i was far more brusque than necessary. however, i think they bloody well deserve it, their company colour being my favourite green nonewithstanding.)]