poop beetle: Carolina Beach '07 7.2007 I was on the last three pages and the people sitting behind me hollared out- Hey! Harry Potter! Is it good?
Yes.
Does he die?- a 14 year old asks.
What?
I can't tell you that!
Come on! She says, I'm not going to read it.
But it'll be a great movie. I'm not going to ruin it for you.
I say this in a light hearted/joking way- but the girl looks pissed.
An older guy- uncle or step- father or friend in her group bellows out- that's a kid's book!
The woman next to him who'd been defending Hannah Montana a few minutes before responds- Grown-ups like it too!
I yell back- it's really violent!
I direct this to the 14 year old who looks away, pouting.
Does Harry die? The man asks.
I'm not telling you, I repeat- a little less friendly.
And then I turn back- and read those last few pages- feeling a little vulnerable, but deciding I don't care- the waves, the ocean, Hannah Mantana- I'm a fairly fast reader- but this is a pretty personal moment- kind of stupid, just a kid's book, but screw them. I'm not telling.
