L'Affaire Potter
Jen brought home a copy of Half-Blood Prince, got some way into it, and then fell under the sway of an allergy attack. While I wasn't one to desert my post in bed beside her, her Benadryl-induced incapacity left me with an opportunity to steal the Precious for myself. I'm just past page 105 and I'm really liking it. It's tighter, darker, and frankly better-written than the last two, typos aside.

Parts of Livejournal have been snowed under by a blizzard of craziness concerning the events of this book; namely, the ranting and raving of those who feel that Rowling "insulted them" by canonizing some character relationships in favor of others. I find it a bit odd that people who've been stretching their imaginations like molten taffy for years to produce non-canonical fanfic and imaginary character encounters could break down so acutely in the face of a minor obstacle like the author's intentions; seriously, folks. Enterprise didn't ruin Star Trek for me, because in my little mental universe Enterprise never existed. Neither did Voyager. Or any movie after 1991. Y'see? Imagination!

And yet the noise continues... people are organizing letter-writing campaigns, and at least one group is trying to organize a "mail your dust jacket back to J.K. Rowling" campaign (Ha... please... J.K. Rowling lives in a levitating magic castle off the Scottish coast, guarded by minefields and trained sharks with friggin' laser beams. Scholastic Books has a secret underground village, population 7,500, that answers her mail for her.), operating under the theory that J.K.R. has failed to "listen to her true fans," who of course know better than she does where Harry should stick his wand.