I’m going to weigh in on this whole Harry Potter final book business.
Why are people making such a fuss about all of the excitement, as if it’s a BAD thing that kids are getting off of their video game monitors and actually READING for a change?
I know that the Harry Potter books have a reputation, which I can neither affirm nor deny, of being junky literature.
They’re sort of like those abominable Nancy Drew books of the 1950’s that ignited the literary spark of so many young women (and closeted boys)
Anyone going to call that crap “high literature”? Then why bitch and whine about Harry Potter? After all, the fundamentalist Christian wackos just HATE the Harry Potter books, so they can’t be all bad, can they?
Kids are sparked by HP, and hopefully, perhaps some of them will be inspired to pick up some better stuff, like Bronte or DuMaurier.
… or perhaps even Danielle Steele.
AARGH! I’m kidding about that gassy slatbag Steele. You want to read mentally damaging material? Pick up one of HER crap tomes, and you’ll be retarded for life. I remember vividly the first time I casually perused one of her “books” at work. Empty headed Encino types are always leaving her books around the lunch room. It was like Griffin Dunne in “After Hours” when he accidentally opened a book full of pictures of severe burn victims.
Her literature is like that. Literary burn victims.
But I digress.
Leave the Harry Potter pinheads alone! Let ’em read till their eyes fall out. At least they’re reading BOOKS for jeebus’ sake.
As for your humble blogger, my first exposure to literature was “To Kill A Mockingbird” By Harper Lee