I thought I would write an occasional series about me remembering stuff, probably incorrectly, and hopefully bring you into my world of book buying and looking and on the odd occasion leafing through without buying.
It was a hot Saturday morn in 2003, nothing had happened, on account of it being six o’clock and I was in a quandary, when really I should have been in bed.
Due to excessive news hype, which I used to be gullible enough to fall for, the promise of a new Harry Potter book (The Order of the Phoenix) had enticed me into going and getting it on the first day of release but with the spectre of stores selling out of copies would it be worth the risk to bother getting up?
Due to the shops not being open yet I chose to start one of the later Famous Five books, I forget which one but it had a curious bit where Julian who must be now 16 refers to his mum as ‘mummy’ which was out of character and ruined the book for me, hey I can be sensitive despite my macho exterior.
Being a quick win I knew it would only take a few hours to read and so could finish it quickly if I managed to secure myself a copy of the only item being sold that day in the entire world. Well the media did make it such, I remember the hype for days before, the threatened spoilers, it was mental and hot.
At 10 o’clock, I set off at a decent pace before regretting wearing the shirt that I had on (it was a dark red), it had looked like a breezy day from inside but no it was a nightmare of heat, the sort usually seen in a straight to DVD volcano disaster movie. A mile of walking later and making my way into the local shopping centre, the blast of cold air from the air con made me slow down and actually smile!
Like a man enticed into a trap by a belly dancer, I lingered until I snapped out of it with visions of some little kid with no appreciation of books picking up MY copy, yup, the closer I came to my destination, the more I realised I had to get a copy no matter how many bodies I had to climb over to get it.
Of course this being a hot day all of the slothful people of Mansfield came out (and still do) to hamper my progress but I persevered with a some awesome dodging moves a ninja would be proud of before coming to an almost stop when entering the newsagent. This stop was because I wanted to play it cool, so passing a few half heartedly dressed shop staff, witches hats and such like, I saw my goal and lo and behold just like the millennium Bug, the news had lied, it wasn’t Armageddon. There were loads of copies around.
Sauntering down the main walkway I did the most unconvincing double-take ever and then affecting a face that said ‘what? A new Harry potter book, I had no idea!’, I picked one up and then saw another cover, the ‘adults’ cover as it was termed. Looking at this with my eyes I saw an annoying, sorry precocious kid walk past exclaiming that he was going to get the ‘kids’ cover as it fitted in with the rest of his collection.
‘Good point’ thinks I but not wanting to be seen as being swayed by a younger person, I counted to 5 then did another double-take at the other cover, my routine didn’t even convince me this time, nevertheless I secured a copy and barreled home to start it.
It now became, somewhat predictably, an annoyance to finish my Famous Five book but that done I watched the news and saw all the kids running into various book stores at midnight to pick up their copies and read them through the dark hours so they could be on the news with the predictable “it’s the best one yet!”.
All that done and it was now time for me to commence reading it, it took me a day and a half to read and my view is….well my next post shall be a review because I’m a tease, I know you love it really.