harry potter and the order of the critics

I am having an absurdity rush very much like the one I had when someone told me he'd done his dissertation on the Simpsons. Now don't get me wrong. I had a rollicking good time reading the first four or five Harry Potter books. (I lost interest once the page count got into the Ulysses realm; candy ought not hit the counter with a thud.) Behold, friends in my interweb garden, the collection of critical essays on Harry himself. How did it take me all this time to find this peculiar gem? We should have expected as much. Finite incantatem! Time to read.