Many thanks to Sweet William the Scot and his peep, Lee, for sending in this photo. I’m kind of “meh” about this whole Harry Potter thing. Yes, I read the first four books to my daughter when she was little, but as soon as she was old enough to read, I told her, “You’re on your own, kid.” I can’t even remember how many of the movies I’ve seen, which is a gauge of just how disinterested I am.
Since most of my daughter’s friends are out of town for the summer, however, I told her I’d go see the new movie with her. But because I get dizzy at IMAX films and am prone to seasickness, I can’t do the 3D version, which basically makes me useless to her.
Anyway, there you go, that’s my Harry Potter story. The worst of it is that when I counted up all the pages I’d read, I realized I could have read War and Peace instead.