((No spoilers here...))

Yes, my copy of Deathly Hallows was in my house at 12:20am on Friday nite. ((yes, that was technically Saturday, I guess)).
Yes, I read it in a day.
Yes, I counted down the days until it came out...
Yes, I cried.
Yes, I loved it to fucking pieces.
Yes, I am a fucking Harry Potter fan.
Yes, I am aware that there are other authors in the world.
Yes, I know there are *tons* of book series out there...
books that are literary works of art.
...to some people.
Yes, I stayed offline for all the hours I spent reading, and the hours I wasn't reading, I didn't go near the computer, either.
I didn't want to inadvertently read *anything* that would give anything away.
...((it worked, too!))

So many people bitch about the mania that is Harry Potter...no, personally, I don't get the whole "dressing up" thing...I just want the damn book is all.
Then again, the same could be said for the masses who wear costumes of their favorite comic book/anime/video game character.
Know what? If you don't like it, good for you. You don't have to like it...
((I don't like anime.))
But don't assume that people who seriously like these books are all unintelligent children.

I'm not a child.

...and I'm not unintelligent.