Well, I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows this week and I find myself struggling. After so many years sharing the adventures of our favorite boy wizard, I am suffering from a strange melancholy. This is it! No more Harry Potter...unless JK takes the series in a new direction and we get to read Harry Potter and the Little Blue Pill. Personally, I don't need to know about Mr. Potter's ED.
I didn't suffer from the same sadness when the final Star Wars movie was released. This is probably because the Lucas Juggernaut provides us geeks with new material constantly. I also didn't feel this way when I finished LotR, but I knew the score going into that one. JRR corpse wasn't writing anything new.
Perhaps I am a bit sentimental, but I don't care. I am going to miss the little Wizard boy who convinced me that I just might be able to write a book for kids. Without him, I would never have known. Now if I could just get Devon Blake and the Starship Crash published, the circle would be complete.
Did you hear that JK? How about a hand?