A tale acoming to rest

Imagine.

Bookshops everywhere around the world have hundreds or thousands of Harry Potter Deathly Hallows now ready stocked in their lil store rooms or warehouses. All shiny and glossy and smell of those crisp new paper-books.

By midnight, these books would be carefully put for display and on the various shelves and tables lining up especially for them.

Those who await, gleefully waiting in wanting to read and burrow themselves in this concluding chapter.

Before this, I am not so mad nor half wild to get the book as soon as possible in my hand.

But today, I can't wait for tomorrow.