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In my last posts I've been ranting about the crapilogue and the JKR interviews (which I've dubbed The Death of Imagination), and this review manages to capture exactly what I've been meaning to say in a far better (and calmer) fashion:

http://ferretbrain.com/articles/article-160.html

(courtesy of sienna291973, who I thank for pointing this out).

I chose to become a lit major because I love speculation and interpretation of fiction and mythology. I wrote a thesis on a topic (homosexual subtext in 19th century Gothic novels) that could not be approachable if we weren't meant to read between the lines or able to take certain literary constructs and explore them further. My professors taught me to psychoanalyse! The debate, the openness and the possibilities of the text are exactly what I love about reading.

JKR, however, would rather rob me of the ability to make up my own mind about what is obviously HER text and hers alone. I, as the reader with my own mind and opinions, am obsolete with my wishes for or interpretation of her world. Whatever happened to sending your children/books out into the world to make their own way and become their own person?

Honestly, she should have kept her mouth shut and said to all those useless questions: "I've brought you this far. The rest is for you to figure out."