Life After Harry...
It's been a difficult go, I must say. Life after Harry has been, well, less interesting, less naively hopeful, and I get less excited going to bed early to read, or for long drives. Life without Harry has been a bit of a bummer. So I just started reading and listening all over again.
I've surprised myself with a few things...
I've got a little crush on Hermione Granger...
I like Ron better than Harry.
I think I'd be friends with Luna Lovegood.
The Weasley twins are stellar.
Of all the teachers, I like Lupin best, but Professor McGonagall is quietly pretty amazeballs.
Why don't I know a family like the Weasleys?
I like mudbloods best.
It's not the magic, or the wild tale, as much as it is the friendships and Hogwarts. The minute Hogwarts wasn't a focal point of the stories, I was less interested.
I still don't quite get Snape, or why Harry ended up thinking he was so brave. I mean, I get it, but I don't. He still seemed mostly a shit.
If there were to be another book, which I suspect there never will be, it'd be nice to see Harry and Ron and Hermione finish school. They never did. At least, we never got to hear all about it.
J.K. Rowling's adult-centric novel, The Casual Vacancy, sucks the mustard.
Now I need something new to pre-occupy all those imagining places in my brain...and nothing yet is grabbing me by the happy parts and pulling me in. Although I have a feeling that Trenton Lee Stewart's "Benedict Society" books just might.
Oh Harry...you've left such a void. Fortunately for me, Zoey is full on obsessed. Thank Dumbledore for the all-or-nothing obsessions of four year olds. She's single handedly keeping Dad from matriculating at Hogwarts before he absolutely must.