And now, the wait begins (again)

I tried to read "The Half-Blood Prince" slowly. Really, I did. But after nibbling a few chapters here and there, I sucked the rest of it down in one great gulp today. It was good. It was rich. And Harry is becoming one dark, obsessed dude. Were he a real child, I would see years of therapy in his future. And I have this strong feeling that all our teenage friends ain't gonna survive the final volume.

Gary Oldman - the scariest freak in Azkaban.
(I loved this moving image. Brilliant.)

Crap. Now I've got - what - 2 more years to wait until the next and last book? Crap, crap, crappity crap.

Good kid lit is hard to find. J.K. Rowling deserves that huge pile o' pound notes she's sitting on. Good for you, honey. Make the last one simply kick ass, okay?

Waiting, waiting...