Alexandra Duncan

Science Fiction. Fantasy. Feminism.

SHOWDOWN AT THE J.K. CORRAL

Just got back from the release party for the final Harry Potter book. Hopped up on adrenaline and gelato. Feet killing me. Never wearing high-heeled boots again, not even in the service of literature. Must sleep. . . . . . . .

And yet it calls to me, it's siren song filling my ears, Stay up and read me. Don't go to sleep. Don't wash the dishes. Don't clean out the trunk of your car, like you've been saying you'll do all month, or put away the laundry. Don't socialize with other people. Stay up and read me.

Damn you, Harry Potter.

If only I could stop my ears with wax, like Odysseus's crew. But no, I must fight this foolish desire to pull an all-nighter, and lash myself to the mast of sleep. Only through sheer willpower will I be able to wait to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows until I find time to actually enjoy it.

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