В интернете начат сбор подписей за продолжение "Гарри Поттера"

Книжный магазин Waterstones намерен собрать миллион подписей и отправить петицию Роулинг.

Оригинал статьи

лучше бы хорошо экранизировали Волкова

Ду-рач-ки.

нЕЕЕЕЕЕЕЕЕт!!!!!

Чего ж ты своих-то не любишь?

Делать больше всем нечего?

Света, превед! А тебе? ;-)

Есть чего, потому и не буду всякую ерунду подписывать!

А есть там графа, в которой ставятся подписи за то, чтобы больше НЕ писала ???

Ага! ИБасни Крылова.
Было бы не плохо если бы вышло продолжение.

Басни Крылова-2? А потом можно Басни Крылова возвращаются, Басни Крылова наносят ответный удар...

мда...я даже статью то не прочитал...мне кажеться это очень глупо просить продолжения, ведь писатели сами решают судьбу своих героев и если потный гари должен скончаться в литературном плане-дак че слезы то лить?? всегда есть те кто хочет продолжения..но зачем?? только если у автора бабло закончиться-то выпустит еще пару книг..но это уже грязный ход бле!!

как смели они сравнить Конан Дойла и ЕТУ писательницу сказок для маленьких девочек.


Поттера в могилу... и придавть чем потяжелее читоб не вылез.

[Сообщение изменено пользователем 10.07.2007 19:30]

Эта шизофреничка, не будет резать свою курицу.
Как, это мозгоблудство надоело!

А я бы подписалась, только не знаю где... :-(

я бы тоже, зря вы так, хорошо пишет, а главное детям нравиться. у меня ребенок хоть читать стал
и я все прочитала;-)

В 1983 году, утомленный своим созданием, Конан Дойл написал рассказ "Последнее дело Холмса", в котором Холмс по всем признакам погиб в Райхенбахском водопаде в Швейцарии, не устояв в схватке со своим главным врагом профессором Джеймсом Мориарти.


в каком каком году?
редакторов выпороть и провести анальное зондирование.

Каждому свое. Для кого-то Гарри Поттер - шедевр мировой литературы, а кто-то сказки Пушкина, Носова, Толстого и т.п. предпочтет.

Издают всякую сказочную ерунду, лишь бы мозги народу от реальной жизни отключить. Эти всякие вампиры, вечно живущие, и др. лучше бы научной фантастикой занялись, как жить будем в будущем в реале, если хочется.

Подписаться в петиции можно здесь: http://www.saveharrypotter.co.uk/

Что сбор за 8ю подписей начат хорошо, но давайте сперва окончание 7й почитаем :-)

извините што на английском

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Epilogue



Nineteen years later

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp and golden as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road toward the great sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold year. The huge cages rattled on top of the laden trolleys the parents were pushing; the owls inside them hooted indignantly, and the redheaded girl trailed tearfully behind her brothers, clutching her father’s arm.
“It won’t be long, and you’ll be going too,” Harry told her.
“Two years,” sniffed Lily. “I want to go now!”
The commuters stared curiously at the owls as the family wove its way toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Albus’s voice drifted back to Harry over the surrounding clamor; his sons had resumed the argument they had started in the car.
“I won’t! I won’t be in Slytherin!”
“James, give it a rest!” said Ginny.

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“I only said he might be,” said James, grinning at his younger brother. “There’s nothing wrong with that. He might be in Slyth –”
But James caught his mother’s eye and fell silent. The five Potters approached the barrier. With a slightly cocky look over his shoulder at his younger brother, James took the trolley from his mother and broke into a run. A moment later, he had vanished.
“You’ll write to me, won’t you?” Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother.
“Every day, if you want us to,” said Ginny.
“Not every day,” said Albus quickly. “James says most people only get letters from home about once a month.”
“We wrote to James three times a week last year,” said Ginny.
“And you don’t want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts,” Harry put in, “He likes a laugh your brother.”
Side by side, they pushed the second trolley forward, gathering speed. As they reached the barrier, Albus winced, but no collision came. Instead, the family emerged onto platform nine and three-quarters, which was obscured by thick white steam that was pouring from the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Indistinct figures were swarming through the mist, into which James had already disappeared.
“Where are they?” asked Albus anxiously, peering at the hazy forms they passed as they made their way down the platform.
“We’ll find them,” said Ginny reassuringly.
But the vapor was dense, and it was difficult to make out anybody’s faces. Detached from their owner, voices sounded unnaturally loud. Harry thought he heard Percy discoursing loudly on broomstick regulations, and was quite glad of the excuse not to stop and say hello. . . .

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“I think that’s them, Al,” said Ginny suddenly.
A group of four people emerged from the mist, standing alongside the very last carriage. Their faces came into focus when Harry, Ginny, Lily and Albus had drawn right up to them.
“Hi,” said Albus, sounding immensely relieved.
Rose, who was already wearing her brand-new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him.
“Parked all right, then?” Ron asked Harry. “I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I’d have to Confund the examiner.”
“No, I didn’t,” said Hermione. “I had complete faith in you.”
“As a matter of fact, I did Confund him,” ROn whispered to Harry, as together they lifted Albus’s trunk and owl onto the train. “I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let’s face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that.”
Back on the platform, they found Lily and Hugo, Rose’s younger brother, having an animated discussion about which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts.
“If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll dissinherit you,” said Ron, “but no pressure.”
“Ron!”
Lily and Hugo laughed, but Albus and Rose looked solemn.
“He doesn’t mean it,” said Hermione and Ginny, but Ron was no longer paying attention. Catching Harry’s eye, he nodded cevertly to a point some fifty yards away. The steam had thinned for a moment, and three people stood in sharp relief against the drifting mist.
“Look who it is.”
Draco Malfoy was standing there with his wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat,

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which emphasized the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Draco as much as Albus resembled Harry. Draco caught sight of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny staring at him, nodded curtly, and turned away again.
“So that’s little Scorpios,” said Ron under his breath, “Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited you mother’s brains.”
“Ron, for heaven’s sake,” said Hermione, half stern, half amused. “Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!”
“You’re right, sorry,” said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added. “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”
“Hey!”
James had reappeared; he had divested himself of his trunk, owl, and trolley, and was evidently bursting with news.
“Teddy’s back there,” he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. “Just seen him! And guess what he’s doing? Snogging Victoire!”
He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction.
“Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing –“
“You interrupted tham?” said Ginny. “You are so like Ron –“
“– and he said he’d come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He’s snogging her!” James added as though worried he had not made himself clear.
“Oh, it would be lovely if they got married!” whispered Lily ecstatically. “Teddy would really be part of the family then!”