This time tomorrow, I’ll be picking up my copy of The Tales Of Beedle The Bard. It wasn’t long ago when I droned about not being able to buy it. I believe my words were “I don’t have L1,950,000 lying around”, although I do have P584 now. This means I shouldn’t have any problems getting my sweet hands on it.
I’ll provide you feedback by Friday, but no promises.
Late last night I got an invitation from Harris to climb Mt. Batulao. They are regrouping the peeps from our Mt. Romelo climb and are aiming for the 2nd Saturday of the month. They wanted to braze the cold weather and fog, yet again testing their limits and perhaps preparing oneself to a Level III climb early 2009. I immediately said “yes” – I’m plagued with the intermittent disease of talking before thinking – and had to take it back because I still have to ask permission from Dan. If you asked if I wanted to climb again a few days after that bruise and wound inducing trek on a bad weather and darkness, I would nonchalantly say “no”. I still have blue-violet dancing in my skin and the freshly healed wound at the sole of my feet is still mulled over. However, after I’ve regained my strength and enjoyed the numerous pictures we took, I didn’t hesitate to say “yes”.
I haven’t told you but I destroyed my running shoes in the process. The entire sole resolved to detach itself after experiencing the first wave of obstacle (river). So I’m at odds with buying me a new pair of shock equipped trekking shoes or save the money for a trip next year. This dilemma will eventually be managed by Dan – if I can go or not.
Everyone I know who’s into the Twilight Series is still fussing about it. I keep receiving forwarded quotes straight from the sappy-romantic-self loathing Edward Cullen. It was cute at first but it’s now becoming ridiculous. There is really no need to remind me that the great male population will find Edward Cullen-ish difficult to achieve. It only raises desperation that we can never find anyone like him in this gawd awful place.
I’m currently reading David Wroblewski’s The Story Of Edgar Sawtelle but I have to put it on hold for Beedle. Until the weekends, ta ta.
If you’ve been living under a rock the size of Hogwarts, it’s possible that you haven’t heard about the good news. It’s been circulating for so long now and I thought about it again just now.
A few months ago, I was complaining about my lack of luck in buying me my own copy of Beedle The Bard – it costs £ 1,950,000 and I don’t exactly have spare change lying around in that amount, so I had to stash my wanting in dream land. However, shortly after the first few pieces were sold, J.K. Rowling announced that it‘d be mass-produced for all the fans to read and own.
The Tales of Beedle The Bard is a children’s book given to Hermione by Dumbledor after his untimely death. It proved key for Harry to understand the power that divides him from becoming his enemy and conquering a futile mission. The book was believed to be a fable but was soon proved true (a bit blemished, but still rooted from a true wizarding life, lived by three brothers a long time ago).
Yes, it may not be the limited, handwritten and bejeweled edition, but still, I will be able to own my copy soon. There might not be a movie this year (crazy Warner Brother’s … you think you can slug it with Transformers! Talk about pushing your luck) but this is a very good substitute.
Mark your calendar – December 4, 2008.
I’ve resigned to the fact that I will not get a hold of the eighth marvelous work of J.K. Rowling. Unless of course she decides to reproduce and circulate it commercially like all her other books or if I win the lottery.
One of seven copies of these coveted books fetched for a total of £ 1,950,000 at Sotheby’s in England late 2007. The book contains clues that were to prove crucial to Harry Potter’s final mission to destroy Lord Voldemort’s Horcruxes, The Tales of Beedle the Bard is the volume of five wizarding fairy-tales left to Hermione Granger by Albus Dumbledore in the seventh and final book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Only one – The Tale of the Three Brothers – is recounted in the book. In Tales of Beedle the Bard, the four remaining tales are revealed for the first time.
Lucky bastard! Imagine taking home a limited edition, illustrated and handwritten (by the author) masterpiece … I wish I had a rich dad, too. It sucks to be me in times like these.