Things are not right.
I know you're not aware of this, but that scarred teenager in glasses has been a substantial part of my last decade. I have spent a lot of hard cash, and more importantly, a significant amount of time following, revising, discussing, writing about and - shudders - thinking about the boy and his mates.
I would have accepted things if it had stopped there. It didn't. You ended up inspiring the next generation as well. And as she starts her seamless transition from the world of Muggles to that of magic, I see (and dread) very familiar traits.
She discusses. With me.
She's a bit scared to go to Hogwarts if an owl actually turns up in 2015 because there might be more three-headed dogs or basilisks lurking around. But at the same time, you can see the gleam of hope in her eyes.
You had spoiled me about a decade back. You are spoiling the next generation now. It's just not right.
Why, Joanne? Why did you have to do this to the two of us?
PS: You must have noticed that I haven't mentioned writing. She might end up doing the same, though. But that doesn't mean she hasn't been pursuing other avenues. You can see an example below (yes, I know it's not called a Sniff, and there are grammatical errors).
© Bidyunmala Mukherjee 2012