Seriously, it's just a piece of paper...

So, my uncle gave me The Book of Tea for Christmas last year. It's supposed to be good - I think; some great, deep work about Eastern culture. I'm not too far into yet, but it's interesting enough (Did you know they used to whip tea? Oh, I kid you not! It's absolutely true!!) It's not too long and the idea was that I would read it the week prior to the release of the Half-Blood Prince, but I never actually managed to get much reading done as various other distractions cropped up. Really, I should start reading it again, as I finished HP weeks ago, but I've moved onto other things. I've got a ginormous backlog of books I intend to read. (I've been hacking away at Atlas Shrugged off and on for over a year. But I WILL find out who John Galt is if it kills me. ...Actually, I think I already know. But still, I want to read it properly!) And I really should read some more literary classics and such. You know, the type you have to read in school that although they may be tedious and boring, you're always glad to have read them. They're kinda like the nerdy/literary equivalent of running a marathon. Hell while you're doing it, but oh the bragging rights! (And sense of accomplishment, I guess...) Plus, summer school is now occupying far too much of my time. Two more weeks, though, and I've got four more credits! (Huzzah!)

Anyway,  The Book of Tea. I read like the first chapter and in reading, I flipped ahead to see where it was going. That's when I found it. An old blank piece of white paper folded in half and stuck in between the pages. Now, most people would probably just think it was an ordinary piece of paper stuck in there as a page marker by the books previous owner. (It's a used book, circa 1950 edition.) But I know this is no ordinary piece of paper, and I am determined to discover it's secrets. (Or lack thereof. **nervous cough**) Now, my uncle is a gay, ex-army intelligence spy who spent years undercover in North Korea during the Cold War,  and whose done more drugs than little innocent me has ever heard of. So even if the paper wasn't placed there by some mysterious other, there's always the hope - or fear - that the page could be his. (Secret intelligence reports? Places to score in Nampo?)

...All else failing, I can always write some sort of a short story or mini-adventure novel in which someone finds a mysterious piece of paper in a book and it actually does have the secrets of the universe (or some other worthy info) written on it in invisible ink. (I could kick Dan Brown's ass!) ...Or has that been done? It probably has. Bah. Oh, well.

Quasi-appropriate quote:

"Harry, however, had never been less interested in Quidditch; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy." (HBP, US:409)