Sunday, July 03, 2005


Posting from my lovely friend Melissa's house on the Jersey shore, where I am having a great time hanging out with her family, reading trashy magazines, swimming, eating, and successfully avoiding answering questions about "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince." The methods they have used thus far to interrogate me include

* Home-brewed alcohol
* Abrupt changes of subject meant to catch me off-guard
* Subtle streams of questions designed to lure me into a false sense of security (e.g. "What's your favorite food?"; "Where did you grow up?"; "Who's the Half-Blood Prince?")
* Extremely cute children making puppy-dog eyes at me
* Vast quantities of delicious food
* Kidnapping threats. (Hey, they're Sicilian.)

But we're less than two weeks away now. I shall stand firm. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!

Happy Fourth!


  1. Ah, but today is the big barbecue. Reinforcements are coming in from all over the East Coast. You have not yet met the matriarch, my Sicilian nonna. You have not yet met my tricky cousins or my lawyer sister. And you have not yet played cards. Oh, these things shall happen. Yes they shall. MUAH HA HA HA HA! The Half-Blood Prince shall be ours, a victory for the Muggles, muarh ha hah.

    (Or we can just eat a whole lot, that works too.)

  2. I'm afraid that barbeque won't have any effect on her. She thinks that Kansas City has the best barbeque in the whole world.

  3. I didn't know HBP was already an acronym!! This poor kid from Bulgaria is extremely jealous. I, for one, want to be utterly surprised and horrified etc. So Cheryl, stand strong! :) Hope I see u on HP Day!

  4. Yeah, she knows who the HBP is. She works with THE Arthur A. Levine, so of course she would know who it is. ;)

  5. Cheryl is a good editor egg. She stood firm. And that was some serious antipasto, and some hard core oreo pie that she was up against.


  6. Not to mention the fact that Melissa's cousin Joe offered to play me in Scrabble on the condition that if I lost, I had to tell him the name of the Half-Blood Prince. He's 11, so my odds were good, and God knows it's hard for me to pass up a game of Scrabble . . . but I declined. Sigh. The things I do for Harry Potter. :-)