I logged in last night on Facebook and saw this clip from a cousin:

I am such a mess.  I just couldn’t stop crying the entire time I was watching the clip.  (Actually, I’m still crying as I am reposting it now.)  I wonder everyday since the end was announced if there will ever be another book like this.  Another book this magnificent and amazing and enchanting.  I wonder if there’ll be another character in the future that my kids will turn to when they’re lonely or lacking in imagination.  A character from the pages given by the wisdom and imaginings of one inspired person that will tell my kids to dream big, to believe in the impossible, to find the magic in them.

These are the books that will last generations.  I cannot wait to read them again before I watch the last 135 minutes of this wonderful journey.

I am so happy and grateful and blessed to be part of the generation that started reading again.  Thank you, J K Rowling, for the books that brought us back to our bookstores and libraries, and reunited us with youthful fantasies that we thought we lost.