Me so spoily…
Jul 18Ahoy! NO SPOILERS BELOW!
Right now, it’s taking physical restraint not to spoil myself silly on the last Harry Potter book.
I’m almost done re-reading book 5, and then it’s on to book 6. Then, hopefully, book 7 will be out and I can jump right in.
Until that moment, I already know that spoilers exist. Reliable spoilers. It took Slashdot a few days to pick up the story, but I found the photographed pages of what’s allegedly a library copy of the book on Demonoid Monday afternoon.
(Supposedly, the nimrod who took the photos left the camera’s serial number somewhere in the image–how dumb can you be? For that reason alone, I hope Scholastic lays the legal smackdown on his sorry ass–you have to be truly inept to screw up digital piracy in this day and age.)
It’s not so much that I want to download the book and read it–I just get this gut, visceral reaction knowing that a few Googles or clicks away, someone has written up all the dirty details that I’m craving. Who dies, who lives, and how it all goes down. Hell, I skim pages where I suspect I could even accidentally be spoiled, with this weird scary butterfly tingle in my belly, like I’m playing Russian Roulette.
I need a hobby. No, a REAL hobby, like curling or knitting. Something that doesn’t involve this goddamned machine.
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