OK, so I know it’s late to be posting on a Sunday. I have no excuse. It’s just that I’ve been reading the new Harry Potter since I picked up my reserved copy yesterday after work and I haven’t been able to put it down (except for the innumerable interruptions a nine year-old child can manage to provide when he’d rather be playing at something else and occasionally wrenching a good book out of your hands).

If you’re not one of the Harry Potter obsessed minions you should know you’re missing out on some of the most idealistic reads of the new century. Star Wars, The Lord of the Rings and other epic tales of heroic survival are all rolled up into this irresistible, seven-part text, and I’m as hooked as anyone else who’s dutifully collected the hard-cover first editions of the previous six installments.

This being the last book (of which I’ve consumed five of the eight-hundred pages), I’m having a hard time composing this post instead of reading the remaining 300 pages. Nonetheless, I feel it my duty to write something vet-worthy today.

Consider then, my proposal for a children’s book in the mold of the Harry Potter series: A young girl, consumed with a passion for animals, discovers her occult talent for communicating with non-human creatures faced with death. Shelter pets, slaughterhouse candidates and other animals nearing the end of their natural lives manage to appeal to her ability to free them from their bonds of slavery and mortality.

OK, so it’s smarmy and bizarre, but not without its potential for excitement, intrigue and good versus evil drama. I’ll never write it (I have no such talent) but there’s something about a good read like Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows that gives would-be writers the desire to pen the next great children’s book. That alone should be an endorsement for what lies between its covers.

Get it and enjoy…