This is sad. I’m a big Harry Potter fan but find myself reading the seventh book several years after its initial release -- and at only 10 pages a day at that.

Huh, you ask? Exactly.

Not to whine, but I’m a busy and distracted guy. I’m the first to admit I have a short attention span. I love to read, but want to read lots of things every day, starting with three print newspapers then layering on lots of web and  mobile content, tons of magazines, and at least two books at a time (one of which will always be music related).

Anyway, back to Potter. I love J.K. Rowling’s books and the movie adaptations, but it’s only until recently that I’d forced myself to start the seventh and final book in the series. Actually, I’m ahead of schedule in tackling the book, since my normal routine is that as a “Potter” movie nears release, I’ll read the associated book.

This time, however, knowing that the seventh book will be split into two movies -- thus ensuring Daniel Radcliffe will be 32 years old by the time the final scene is cut -- I knew I needed to step up and attack the last novel.

10 pages at a time. At I write this, I have 170 pages to go. So, until Sept. 14, don’t tell me what happens.