I wouldn't generally classify myself as a Harry Potter Nerd. But every time I read one of the books I become a HPN for a few weeks or months, depending on how long I stretch the book out.
In the past, I have managed to read the books over a month or longer. See, I have this procrastination problem at times, and I also become really sad when I finish a book, so I like to drag it out. I have been postponing the last installment of the HP series because I knew that it would be really really sad to know it was the end of Potter.
Last week I finally decided it was time. I started reading the book while Ben was out one night, then I would read during nap time, then I would read during the night, while most people slept. I became obsessed once again. All day little Potter phrases would enter my mind and while I tried to sleep, it would get worse. I would just worry and worry about the wizards, house elves, goblins, muggles, and of course Harry. Saturday night I started reading at 9:30 while Ben worked on the computer. I said, "Let's stop at 10:30 and watch SNL." Before I knew it, Ben came in and it was midnight, then 1:00. I kept putting him off because I couldn't put the book down. It was like a drug... a slightly nerdy drug, but a drug none the less. Finally at 2:00 he came to bed and I went to the office and read until 2:30, when I finished the book. I'm not afraid to admit that I shed some tears, but I'm glad I finished. Sunday I was still obsessed with Potter. My obsession dwindles a little every day. I think by the weekend I should be normal... unless I start reading it again. Hmm.