So, the Harry Potter series was a defining moment for a lot of people and one of the reasons YA is so awesome and popular today, in my humble opinion and several other people on the internet.  It also spawned a new genre of music called wrock.  A song about Harry was the first video I watch from the vlogbrothers.  I watched that song just before the seventh book came out, and then I read the book in about 7 hours- staying up all night the night before I threw my best friend’s bachelorette party.  Aw, good times.

The problem with finishing the book in seven hours is that I desperately wanted to finish it, but I really, really didn’t want to finish it.  As Hank says in the song “But mostly I’m just feeling sad.  I know this could end real bad, but I wish it didn’t have to end at all.”  But I did.  I read it as fast as I could because how could I not?  I knew I had a night of debauchery in front of me that would put off further exploration of horcruxes, and I had to know what happened.  So, I read it.  I cried.  I got pissed off about the epilogue.  And then it was done, and I was left with a bitter sweet taste in my mouth over the end of one of the best series I ever read.

However, at least I had the movies to comfort me.  It wasn’t really over because I had to wait and see the on screen adaptations.  I had to watch those crazy kids grow up.  And it’s been a ride.  I hated Emma Watson for the longest time.  Not because I didn’t like her acting or didn’t think she looked like Hermione.  I hated her because I wanted so desperately to be Hermione when they did their open casting.  No, I wasn’t quite young enough (by a couple years), and I wasn’t British.  But, that didn’t stop me.  However, I love her now and am happy that I didn’t have to grow up in the spotlight where people would take pictures of my see through underwear.

But, the real end is coming this summer.  No visits to Harry Potter world or Honeydukes candies are going to change that.  It’s all going to be over, and all the spoily-spoilery things are going to happen.   And then I will be sad that it’s over.

But if it has to end, at least they’re going out with a bang:

Oh, Harry.

(Also, can I write a post one of these days that isn’t so fangirly???  SHEESH!!)