Yesterday, our town was given over to witchery and the dark arts, manifest in small, goblin like bodies walking down the main high street. They weren’t Hobbits; Harry Potter, the final volume, had arrived. A colleague found it difficult to work, the traffic was so heavy, and parking impossible.
Frankly, I’m cheesed off with this boy wizard and the obsessive nature of the children who demand the next and the next and the next book. The only positive spinoff is that kids are doing that antiquated activity called reading for a short period. I’m sure it makes a change for the parents; for once the playstation and computer mouse redundant.
It seems even the most challenging parts of the planet got copies of the tome – Kabul had a supply flown in for the kids of diplomats.
A plea to Ms Rowling, please keep writing, but not about a kid involved in witchcraft. Call me an old fuddy duddy, but please can you create a different kind of character. Use your influence to introduce the next generation to some of the more elevated gifts in humanity. Perhaps an individual who changes the world through love, service, wisdom, hope and selflessness. One who does his homework, respects his parents, and grows up to fear God rather than utter spells. Then I will be one of the crazy individuals waiting in a queue overnight to buy your books.
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