Harry Potter and the Interminable Blog Post

A couple of days ago I finished the final Harry Potter book. Kids’ literature and all that, I know, but I couldn’t help feeling a certain sense of loss. After all I’d spent seven books with these characters; I’d watched them grow and develop and shared a little in their adventures and it seemed a little dispiriting that I wouldn’t be able to read about them any more. There was once a friend of a friend of mine who moved to Hong Kong; I didn’t know the guy very well but it seemed kind of weird to think I’d never see him again. Finishing the books felt like that.