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| 21 July 2007. Vincent busy skimming HP7. |
Seeing that bountiful table full of dominantly-yellow books in the middle of the store, we again had to compose ourselves and act normal! We're like, "Okey, calm down, cooperate and nobody gets hurt", as if there was a mob rushing through, when there's practically none. A young couple got to the table after us. The wife (we suppose) ordered her companion to go get the clean one. Deep inside, Vincent was so tempted to let out his unsolicited professional advice and tell her, "Lady, that's not the way to go", but thankfully, we just kept it to ourselves and that saved us from a lot of impending trouble ;-)
And so, when we've finally kept our adrenalin down to normal levels, we approached the table, carefully selected our copy and let our automatic librarian instincts overtake us: collate through the book and make sure that the copy we chose has complete pages (no thirty chapter ones!); inspect for torn leaves; make sure that the spine stitch secures all 700+ pages. Having done that (and a little peek), we mounted our invisible broomsticks and flew off in no time at all.
By the way, this book is our third acquisition ever as an engaged couple. The second being The Half-Blood Prince purchased just months ago by Vincent in

