Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was funny and bright and loved to read 19th century English literature. She wandered through her eclectic little life quite happily, flitting from book to book, occasionally making failed attempts at emulating Martha Stewart. Then one day, she picked up a new book, a children’s book. ‘Harry Potter?’ she said, inquisitively. ‘I’ll give it a go.’ She predicted that she would become exasperated with the writing within twenty pages, but wanted to see what all of the fuss was about.
Four books later, she’s a drooling, psycho maniac. When, oh when will the next book come out!!!
Six months, people. Six freaking months before J.K. decides to earn another million dollar check from Scholastic Books. The woman is the second richest woman in England. I suppose the Queen is the richest. I’m not entirely certain.
Damn her. Damn her Muggle ass all to hell.