I finished The Half Blood Prince yesterday. Gracie, Kevin and I have been
sharing fighting over the book since Saturday morning. I didn’t care for the first chapter at all. I don’t know if it is my resistance to change or…I don’t want to potentially ruin it for others who have not finished. While I loved the bits of romancing and that awkwardness that comes with finding your place and fitting in…the book just seemed a bit forced. And choppy. Much like my little review. I cried. I laughed. It had its moments.
Gracie enjoyed the party at Barnes and Noble. She and I waited on line to get our bracelet to buy for an hour and a half. And she and Kevin waited short of an hour to buy the book after midnight. Gracie had her fortune told–she will face a challenge. Oh really? But she made a cute little book mark.
I worked on Saturday. It was good to see Granny but what a ton of work to do. My back was killing me by the end of the day. She got a good sized delivery of Noro. So we decided I should move all the Noro to one–more accessible area. I closed out, shuffled yarn, threw out a weeks worth of garbage. And still there are three huge boxes I didn’t get to. Plymouth yarns, Swedish yarns and Fiesta. I took a skein of Noro Daria home to knit up a sample belt. That Linen stitch is driving me nuts. And I plan to knit a hat with Transitions. I wish I had gotten more done. Granny’s granddaughter packs the bins. If you touch a ball, it all jumps out–like a jack in the box. But I am down to just Saturday’s now.
Owen got off to school, Cameron and Gracie are sleeping…and I should be knitting.