Looks like I'm the first to have bought it!
I went because I really enjoy the HP books, of course, but more because I'm usually a sucker for opening night festivities: midnight screenings of big movies; midnight releases of albums I'm anticipating (I bought the new Radiohead opening night a couple weeks ago, for example).
Well, not tonight. Too much hoopla and bother for me. First I went to a good local independent book store. The store itself--reasonably big, mind you--was packed to overflowing. Literally: there were about 100 people out on the sidewalk. Many in cheesy witch hats, etc. Plus someone doing Harry Potter magic tricks and asking HP trivia questions and giving away crap.
My friend and I milled around a bit before we realized everyone had a number. So then we spent some time looking for the number lady, only to be asked, when we found her, for our preorder confirmation. Uh. No preorder? No book for us.
At the time we figured they must have sold out, so I apologized again to my friend for being late (we didn't get there until around 11:45) and we headed for Barnes & Noble.
The line didn't stretch outside at Barnes & Noble. But it almost did, and as anyone who has been in one knows, that means a whole whole lot of people. I'd guess 400-500. The line snaked all around the store, including past a corner that had been dedicated to...decorating cheesy witch hats.
On the other hand, there wouldn't be any danger of a sellout--in the front of the store was a huge pile of unopened boxes of Harry Potter V, at least a couple thousand copies worth.
After much difficulty finding the end of the line, I settled in for the wait while my friend got a coffee. I figured I could pass the time by skimming whatever was nearby. So I turned around and found myself staring right at Hitler. The biography section, and for some reason the only ones within reach were of Adolf or of people I had absolutely zero interest in skimming about (e.g.
John Paul Jones, Father of the American Navy).
Then the line started moving, and after a few feet I realized that I actually
hadn't found the end of the line, and so rather than butting I wound my way even farther into the aisles of bad books. Then I was stuck in the romance section for another 10 minutes, which wouldn't have been
so terrible for skimming if the teenaged girls behind me weren't watching.
Anyways, it was a really long line. But finally we get to the front. And the lady in front of the pile of literally thousands of books (and we were among the last 20 people in the line, realize) asks...for our "line ticket". We don't have a line ticket? Oh, just go to the help desk and give them your reservation. We don't have a reservation? Oh, then you're not supposed to get a book.
Ok, so they did finally give me a book. But in doing so they were breaking their policy. And I realized that they weren't sold out at the first book store either; we just weren't allowed in without a reservation.
WTF??!?
All of a sudden I can't decide at the last minute whether I want to buy a book on the night of the release anymore? And I can't decide
where I want to buy it--I need to pick the bookstore a week in advance??
Look, folks, the crowds were
huge, way bigger than any midnight crowds I've seen before. But they printed
8.5 million copies of this book. It's the biggest printing EVER, of ANY BOOK, EVER. There weren't going to be any stores selling out.
And if there's a danger, then fine, reserve enough copies to cover all the preorders. But why the hell not allow walk-ins to pay you good money for a product??
The only answer I can think of is that they want to force you to preorder everything, so that they lock you into a sale. Well, that's gross.
Now off to read my book.