When Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix was released, the same weekend I graduated from high school, I waited in line at midnight. And waited again, two years later, for Half-Blood Prince. But after the midnight release of Deathly Hallows, just prior to my final year of college, I started to close the Harry Potter chapter of my life. So when Scholastic released the script to the ‘8th Harry Potter story,’ nine years later, I didn’t rush to Amazon or my local book store. I waited. I forgot. I didn’t know if I wanted to read it at all. And then eventually, because friends wanted to talk about it, I cracked the spine on Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.
Since it all began in June of 2008, this blog has been many things: a place to vent, an archive for commentary on television and comic books, the occasional crafting tutorial, advertisement for my various entrepreneurial enterprises, and a chronicle of my ongoing war with the responsibilities of adulthood.
They call my generation ‘Boomerang Kids’ – Millennials who left the nest for college, then turned right around and moved back in with Mom and Dad post-grad because the wider world is terrible, and depressing, and an empty nightmare of struggles to find affordable healthcare.
I’m thirty years old, and there’s almost nothing adult about me.
There’s been a recent resurgence on the topic of the importance of paying artists for what they produce – but more importantly, changing the cultural consciousness until this is not some sort of far-out, radical concept.
The protagonist of my new book was starting to think like the protagonist of my last book. Here’s how I dealt with it:
Instead of criticizing the Sochi Winter Olympics, people of the internet should compete in online events to prove their superiority.
Beloved Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling allegedly admits that she regrets pairing Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, despite seven books that say otherwise.