I wasn’t having it.
While my mother and sister stood in the pre-dawn cold like suckers, I slept comfortably in my canopy bed, wrapped in a down comforter. Thank goodness a good Samaritan in line behind them offered to have the third book signed.
Tomorrow, I’m going to wait in line for hours to attend a midnight showing of Part 1 of the same author’s seventh book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.