Now, it may seem silly that a grown woman wistfully remember dressing up in robes with a lion hat perched on her head, real-live radishes hooked on her earrings, and a cork necklace around her neck, waiting impatiently for a brick of a book to be released, and I will not blame you if you laugh at that idea. But, for that young woman, that day - July 21, 2007 - was one she had dreamed of and lived toward for many, many years.
It is that idea of living toward that intrigues me today. When I think back to that young woman, waiting with her friends in her costume for a book to be released, I realize how happy she was to be living toward the moment that book would be placed in her hands. So much excitement had led up to this moment: hours spent discussing and debating what had happened in prior books, and what could possibly happen in this one; even more hours reading and rereading each page of each book, reliving the stories as if for the first time. All of those hours, days, years, had been spent living toward the release of this seventh and final book, when all would be revealed and the story would be concluded.