User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4152854-20110715234251

The meaning of Harry Potter to me, huh? Actually I saw the second part, the last movie just two days ago. I was given the chance to see it suddenly, and I hardly even realised what was happening before I was there, in the theater, waiting for the movie to start. And as I watched it, I barely registered it at all. But then, when it was over, and I walked out thinking back about what I could actually remember of it, it came to me. Over. All of it. I had thought I had gotten over it after watching the world premiere, but... I was wrong. Currently I spend a lot time alone in my home, so when I came back, I came to a silent house, and was alone with my thoughts for hours and hours. Then I felt... I still feel, hollow. I can still remember the time I took the first book in my hands. Or, actually my elder sister forced me to read it. But, when I did, I fell in love with it instantly. Before I noticed, I asked my sister for more. For more books about that world, books about magic, hidden from sight, mysteries, ready to be unveiled, secrets, waiting to be solved. Now that I am seventeen, I've read all seven books so many times, that I know the story by heart. And now that I now it's finally over... I know that there are many who feel the same. Hollow, empty. Personally I feel like my childhood had ended two days ago at that theater. But I will never forget. The tears, the laughter, the mystery. The lessons, the friends and the stories. Seven books which tell the tale of one boy with too much responsibility. Seven years of adventure, magic and fight for the world. One magnificent author who gave them to the world. And one lone seventeen-year-old to whom they gave life.

Funny... I wrote this even though I know I will not get the prize, as I live off-US. But that does not matter, now does it? I just want to thank you, Rowling, though I doubt you'll never read this. So, Thank You. Eternally.