Addicted to Harry

Well it's been awhile since my last post, all due to my latest problem. I have become addicted to Harry Potter.
On the up-side my husband supports this much more than my addiction to Stephanopoulos.
On the downside almost all of my free time is taken up listening to Harry Potter. Yes, listening.
You see for the past several years my best friend Jenni has been telling me I should read the Harry Potter books. While they always seemed interesting, epseically to a fantasy buff like me, I just never had the time to sit down and attempt the monster novels. I had to read school books, work, etc. and there simply wasn't enough time for something longer than the collected works of J.R.R. Tolkien.
But with the advent of my Stephanopoulos infatuation came the discovery of books on tape. Shortly after I had an epiphany.
I spend a great deal of time in the car irritably switching radio stations. But if the Harry Potter books could be listened to on tape....
Well you can connect the dots I'm sure.
Now I'm already on the sixth book after about a month and the amazing narrative, witty British expresions, and magnificent fantasy world have pulled me in.
I finally understand why my best friend ranted about the movies being innacurate.
The words "manky" and "git" have become regulars in my vocabulary.
But funniest of all perhaps is that I pulled my husband into the addiction.
We can't go anywhere in the car now without listening to Jim Dale and his cacaphony of voices as he reads J.K. Rowling's masterpiece to us.
So while I apologize to the one person who probably reads this from time to time for not having anything up to read lately, I hope you will at least excuse me in my understandable new persuit.
I have most definately decided that my favorite character is Pigwigeon.