Anyone who hasn't been living under a rock or reading blogs like Paste Line* knows that the last Harry Potter book hits the streets this Saturday at 12:01 AM. Kids all over the country are probably driving their parents nuts with all the excitement. There are more than a few adults that are pretty psyched about it, too. I just paid for my copy over the phone at Politics and Prose in DC. I had planned on just picking up the book sometime this weekend while I was in Baltimore, but I figured that I would support my local bookseller.
I am just the kind of asshole who refuses to buy music at Starbucks. I have lately become the kind of asshole that refuses to buy books and DVDs in supermarkets. I was flipping through my email when this story flashed in the RSS feeder. That is pretty damn funny. The idea of a price war over Harry Potter book sales gets a little silly when everyone is fighting over a penny a sale. It gets less funny when you realize that the supermarket stands to make far more money selling the book at 1 penny over the stock price while the average indepedent bookstore is forced by the market to sell the books at the same price. Giving Barnes and Noble and Borders the finger, I paid for mine over the phone at Politics and Prose. Cuz I am that kind of asshole.
*Fans of that site may indeed know about Harry Potter, but I got a massive brain cramp after trying to read the post last week about Jack Thompson. I doubt that fans of that cerebral sinkhole can remember their own name after reading more than two posts.