I remember the first time I read this book. It was Christmas Day 1999 and I had a seriously nasty case of the flu. Didn't stop me from staying up all night to finish it, though. And it was like 3 AM or something ungodly and I just remember my heart beating really fast, there was probably squealing involved, and thinking 'I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL JULY FOR BOOK FOUR. I JUST CAN'T. I THINK I MIGHT DIE.'
But, I didn't die. Obviously.