This morning, while driving in a slow patch of traffic on 238 on the way to work, I noticed that the early-fortysomething guy driving the SUV next to me had a copy of, what else, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows propped up on his steering wheel and was tooling down the road reading it while driving. He looked to be a little over two thirds the way through it. I was so tempted to roll down the passenger side window of my car and yell, "Hey! Arthur Weasley, it's dangerous to read a book while attempting to operate one of these things!" but I figured the guy's attention was divided enough already. I should have known that a mere day or so would not be enough time for the insanity to dissipate.