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I'M GETTING WAY TOO EXCITED ABOUT THE LAST BOOK AND FIFTH MOVIE. CALM DOWN.

That said.

Every single time I watch a trailer, tv spot, clip of the new movie, I get the shivers running up and down my spine. The fifth book was the worst of the series in my not-so-honorable-opinion, but it definitely had some of its big moments. Like, you know. Stuff.

And then there's the BOOK.

Yes. The BOOK.

I was counting off the years, and it's been almost nine years since I first picked up a Harry Potter book. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? I wasn't fourteen when I read it. I was more like... fifteen. Maybe. I picked up the series in late summer, 1998, and I remember this because a Times news article introducing the third book came out at the end of September of the same year. Kids dressed up in glasses, handmade robes, pre-movie era, stick wands, they whole lollipop.

And now... the seventh book is coming out.

Dude.

I'm starting to freak.