If I wasn't the last person to read "The Hunger Games," I'm definitely the last to read the "Harry Potter" series. These books came out when I was in elementary school. I've had all of them. For years. Sitting on the bookshelf. I had read about 2 1/2 chapters of the first book, "Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone," which still had the bookmark in it. After the 7th book came out, I read the epilogue and last chapter (yes, in that order). But that's all I'd read. That's all I cared about: how it ended. After all, I'd seen the movies. Now I understand that the movies don't even come close to how incredible the books really are. They are brilliantly written. Incredible to read. Quite an adventure! It was well worth my summer to read them, when I should have been reading some books for school. Today, as I finished the last one, I was kind of sad. It was over. Summer's over. OVER. If you had not had the chance to read them, I would definitely recommend doing it. It's great fun. Until it's, you guessed it, over. Then it's like, "Noooooo!" I'll admit I hope J.K. Rowling's new book is something like "Harry Potter: The Adult Years." (With, of course, a much catchier title.) Now that I've finished, I'm sure I should get some school reading done before I begin my LAST year of undergrad college. Wait, when did I grow up?
I solemnly swear I am up to no good...
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