

Someone who waited on their eleventh birthday with wide eyes searching the skies for their letter Maybe it’ll be directed by someone who grew up reading the books under their bedcovers with a cheap plastic flashlight that you could hear the batteries clacking around inside, until the light started flickering at 2am.


Maybe it wont be movies, maybe it’ll be a tv show. Just thinking that sentence makes my nose wrinkle and my insides twist uncomfortably I have mixed feelings about this, but nevertheless I’ll be right there to watch it along with all of the other then fifty and sixty somethings that grew up on Harry Potter. In all likelihood, one day, there will be a remake of the Harry Potter Series.
