Entertainment Weekly Interview  © Entertainment Weekly,
September 7, 2000   And then it does. And a door opens.  Inside,
on this, her last stop in a steam powered barnstorm of the U.K.
in support of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire," the fourth
in her series of books about a most extraordinary young wizard,
J.K. Rowling, 35, sits on the edge of a table, greeting a lucky
bunch of kids, their faces stony and bloodless from nervous
excitement. "Hello, contest winner," says the mock monarch with
the dirty-blond hair and blue jeans, her warm smirk packed with
affection for these, her subjects. The attendants from
Bloomsbury Publishing get one of them to pose for a picture with
her. "Now," Rowling says conspiratorially, signing his book,
"pretend like you're thrilled to see me."  He doesn't need to
pretend. But it's all she can do to pretend that none of this is
as deliriously mind boggling as it really is. As she says during
a 60 minute chat en route from Edinburgh to Perth, "You could go
crazy thinking about