Maybe it’s the rainy, windy, generally raw Southern California weather, maybe I’m in a grey mood, but, regardless of the reason, I am just going to say it: if you are a grown-up who reads the Harry Potter books, you should be embarrassed. You should be really embarrassed. There are way too many books–good, bad, great, awful–written for adults out there; nobody over the age of 12 needs to read fantasy novels aimed at children.
Look, Harry Potter is great for kids. I love to see whipper-snappers crack books instead of fiddling with video-game consoles. The books in the series are well-written and beguiling and all that (yes, I’ve looked), and their existence will probably create a lot of dedicated new readers. Bless you, J.K. Rowling. But once a reader becomes a grown-up, s/he needs to read grown-up books, whether that means Dan Brown or Shakespeare or Keynes or whatever. Otherwise we continue turning into a nation of children which does things like re-elect George W. Bush. Ever notice how the HP and W eras coincide? Coincidence? I THINK NOT.