Thanks, JK Rowling, but I’ve had it with Harry Potter | Pauline Bock | Opinion | The Guardian

I love Harry Potter and I always will. It's all there in my Pensieve: the first delight at reading "Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much"; the wizarding treasure hunt thrown by my parents for my ninth birthday, with my dad dressed as Hagrid in the garden shed; the Beauxbatons parchment letter, written in green ink, sent by my older cousin during my 11th summer; deciphering my copy of Deathly Hallows, the first book I read in English, and having to check the French for "wand"; the 2001 trip to the cinema to see Philosopher's Stone, and all the ones that followed.

But, in 2010, just as I caught up with Harry's age of 17, I thought it was finally over.