I used to read a lot as a kid. I can remember going through Beano's, books, and ZX Spectrum games.
The first series that I loved was Malory Towers, a book about a children's boarding school. For some reason I closely related to the main character, Darrell Rivers, who read to me like Dion Almaer. ASIDE: I related to Fred Savage and The Wonder Years too... probably to do with the hair, and due to the fact that Winnie seemed all too fresh.
I remember finishing the last book in the six book series. I cried. It was over. We all know that the journey is the fun part (happiness isn't a destination, it is a journey and all that jazz). When you get to the end of a fun journey things can fall a little flat. Finishing this book was a mini-version of finishing up at a school and knowing that you will never go back. It brings an emptiness to it.
Why am I blabbing about this? I just finished the Harry Potter series. I won't put any spoilers in here, as the reason that I wanted to read it in short order was due to NOT coming across any spoilers. I tend to read a few feeds and such, so I thought that I was bound to come across something.
I lift my glass to JK. I can only imagine the possible feelings she must have gone through as she wrote the last page. What a journey she has gone through. How her life has changed from when she wrote the first page of the book, to the last.
We do live in a magical world. It is in front of us, and if you don't see it, you are a muggle.
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