Finite Incantatem
I swore I wasn't going to do it. I said I would savor it, take my time, relish every word. It didn't happen. I reread the series, cover to cover, starting last week. I finished book 6 Thursday night. With shaking hands, I slowly opened the book at lunch on Friday and began to read. The end of my lunch hour came too soon. Around 10:00 I hit page 200-something and there was a lull in the story. I turned to my wife and said "Good, I can get some sleep now." No sooner had I gone upstairs than the book was open again. So I turned on the TV in the background. Maybe I could distract myself to the point I could put it down. When Conan came on I thought, maybe I should go to sleep now. But my heart was literally pounding. I couldn't stop thinking about the book. Conan ended and I turned off the TV. Big mistake. Now there was nothing to distract me. My heart rate hadn't dropped. I had to know what happened. At 4:30, I found myself cheering out loud through...