America Falls In Love With A European Wizard

I have a confession to make. I know that a lot of people will be impossibly disappointed in me. I don't know how I cope with myself over this issue. I think I might go see a therapist or a support group. But there is something I have to get off my chest. Please don't hate me for this but...
I haven't read the seventh Harry Potter book yet.

I know, I know, it's horribly isn't it. I starrted it right when it came out and then I stopped about seven chapters in because my summer got busy. I tried to start it up again but I don't think I can. In fact, I don't think I want to. Actually, I am confident I don't want to finish the Harry Potter series yet. I will let it remain a strange mystery in the back of my mind for a while longer. It WILL wait.

To be honest, I am kind of disapponted in Harry Potter and the way that it has gone over the "years." I didn't see things like this happening, which is what made this story great from the beginning. I don't know if you could call it predictable by the time it got to the end, but it definately became more predictable than before. He used to be something new all the time and he had more corners to turn than Daytona 500. I want to stop with him altogether, and yet I am drawn to him in somewhat the way I am drawn to Cher.

In the beginnig it was all logical why so many people were falling in love with these whimsical tales. A conglomeratin of strange things lied in everwhere like mines on a mine field waiting for you to blow them up with every step. Three headed dogs, giant stoney-eyed snakes, baby dragons with heart filled giants, talking paintings, all in a logical sensible world. Sounds just a little interesting.

But then as J.K. Rowling started to write more books she got ther characters more involved with each other and I felt like it was the paparazzi for fictional characters. If didn't care about Johnny Depp's dating life I sure won't care about Ron Weasly's. (And who came up with the term shnogg anyway?) I think she strayed from the point and may have been just trying to write more pages.

Actually, the real reason I don't want to finish the series is because I have been reading Harry since I was in 4th grade and he was a great character to follow for six years, (more in my life). I enjoyed all of his adventures with Voldemort and all the suspense that follows him through every magical cliff he hangs. I don't want ther to be an ending yet. It seemed that every time I read Harry I knew that there would be more to read. Now, I know that after I read this, there will be no more Harry to read, and I may lose a vital connection to my childhood.

I'm sorry, Harry, that I haven't let go yet. I think I'm going to cry. Let's see about that support group now.