I went to a bookstore this week and witnessed, first hand, the 'calm' before the storm of HP parties tonight. The booksellers were bartering for Xanax, and maybe, just maybe, exchanging the addresses of reliable medical marijuana distributors, open late for this occasion. Sure, some were drooling over the final installment, but most had a distant look in their eyes that spoke volumes. Something like 'let's get it over with already and kill the dude off''.
And I admit, that's terrible. Your books have inspired children and adults alike to read. I can't dismiss that.
But by the time I read the first book, it was spoiled. I felt saturated with Harry and his Harryness and the Spiritual Meaning and the folks that think he From the Devil. It was just too much.
Imagine, for months leading up to a release date, muggles would swarm the information desk, in a Harry Potter frenzy, recounting their favorite scenes and forecasting their predictions. Some would come in to protest Harry because he doesn't love Jesus. Some would come in every other day, saying Ijustcan'twaitforthenewbookIloveHarry,don'tyou*little squeal*rememberthetime...
(Sorta like me. With Buffy and Joss Whedon. You wouldn't understand.)
So, I'm sorry JK, for being such a loser and not loving the little wizard like a good book geek should. It's not you, it's me.
(Not like it matters; your nation rises and swells. Can you feel it?)
PS: We are headed to the coast. I am not staying up late with the hopped up sugar fiends in glasses and capes. *little squeal*
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