I called my sister late this morning to see what she was doing today. “I’m curled up in my chair and I’m on page 520,” she replied. I asked her if my 15-year-old niece was going to her dance class today. “Are you kidding?” was the gist of the reply. Apparently every teenager has turned off their cell phone!!

Now I have confession to make. I have Harry Potter #7 at home, sitting on my dining room table and I have yet to start reading it. In fact, I’m reluctant to start reading it right now, because I know that there’s absolutely no way that I’m going to have several uninterrupted hours for reading it, and I don’t want to have to put it down and pick it up several times during the reading. I’ve come to accept, in a fatalistic way, that I’m going to hear or read spoilers before I manage to make it to the end of the book. But I think I’d rather have the knowledge of how it turns out somewhat “spoiled” than have the reading enjoyment of it spoiled.