Yes, I get it: you’re reading Harry Potter’s last book.

Or you’re done.  Yes.  Most likely you’re done.

And you loved it.  Or you didn’t love it as much because of <insert spoiler here>.

And you really, really, really want to talk about it, like now.

So I’m going to avoid you for a few days.
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I was in your shoes not too long ago.  In fact, not to toot my own horn, but I was there totally hooked on HP back in late 1998 and early 1999, when it was not the coolest thing to be doing (at least in America anyway).  I stood in line to get book 4 and book 5. 

If we’re splitting hairs, I even know what it’s like to have a bad haircut and broken glasses at age 10.

I loved the books.  I loved the movies –although arguably never as much as the books.

And then came a few things in rapid succession:

1. I didn’t enjoy the last book I read as much as I thought I would (that would be "Order Of The Phoenix"– proceed to gasp and ask me how I could have lived life without reading "Half-Blood Prince"),

2. Monsieur Meow refused to read the books.

3. The subsequent movies kind of have raped and plundered at will and I don’t enjoy them as much as I feel I should– although I have seen them all.

I am not sure what happened.

Somewhere along the way I lost interest and I kind of miss it.  I miss the excitement of getting the new book and wondering what will happen.  I miss being giddy like everyone I know has been for the past month or so.

I miss being part of the flock on this one. 

But I still don’t want you to pelt me with spoilers, okay?

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And talking about spoilers, did anyone guess that Lindsay would be such a screwup so soon after rehab?  She’s making Robert Downey Jr. look really good at this point, and Drew Barrymore, like a saint.

Oh…. and…. who can’t wait for the latest OK! magazine!  Hell, spoilers and all, that issue will be the shit!  (Literally, since the dog doodooed over everything.)

Have a good Humpday, everyone.  And I am glad you’re enjoying your last Harry Potter book.

Glad, and a little jealous.