Many are those who want to blame me because at my age (51 years), I read Harry Potter because I ordered the book before its release to have the pleasure to have him in my mailbox the France deep in the same moment in an urban library. I should feel guilty because I would participate in the hyper media coverage of a mediocre book. As if there were not others. Why poor? What criteria? Because it sells? Because it gives to dream, to shudder? Because it is about friendship and a magic zest? Because there are other books to read far more important. And if I, I like it to stuff me under the duvet for a long autumn after noon until late in the evening to find a simple reading pleasure experienced when I was 10 and I was looking for big pavers to having to read as long as possible. My boiler is down, I have a lot of administrative paperwork, I have work ahead, but I enjoyed this book as a candy. Just a simple pleasure ... I do not hear the noise of the world outside. I saw a parenthesis. Certainly my criticism will eventually wake up. Still in the first degree, I'm already in the following of impatience. And if we care less grumpy peace for once.
