The words that millions have been eagerly waiting two years to read:
Chapter One: The Other Minister
It was nearing midnight, and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind. He was waiting for a call from the President of a far distant country, and between wondering when the wretched man would telephone, and trying to suppress unpleasant memories of what had been a very long, tiring, and difficult week, there was not much space in his head for anything else.
From Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, by J.K. Rowling
After yesterday’s twelve-hour drive from Chicago to Georgetown, KY, (we took the scenic route through Illinois, completely bypassing Indiana, and crossing the Ohio river on a ferry that’s been running since 1813!) I think I’ve earned an afternoon on the porch swing getting lost in what promises to be a great book.
In the meantime, I’ve pre-loaded book and movie reviews to post while I’m away. Later!