Harry Potter retains a special place in my heart even after all these years without my love for it diminishing, but for some reason I can't gather the enthusiasm to be interested in the sequel, and I'm not certain why. Maybe it's because I'm out of the fandom, so I don't have the hive mentality to absorb more and more material. I actually have no desire to rejoin it; thanks to Pottermore, people have become focused on how the online test changed their lives and identities. Or maybe it's because the series wrapped up so thoroughly with a good climax that anything afterward would be like reading Robinson Crusoe; you wonder why the fuck the story is continuing after the main plot is over because it's not as interesting.

Am I fucked up for not caring whatsoever about these cats?