I don't know, I didn't mind the angsty teenager stuff so much. Sure, Harry was a bit annoying, but on the other hand, I thought Rowling was remarkably realistic about the adolescent angst. I can remember feeling an awful lot like that (and I was probably just about as irritating). I kind of admired Rowling for not being afraid to show such feelings truthfully, even at the risk of annoying readers. So much other stuff for/about teens glosses over the angst or views it through a sort of nostalgic, rose-colored lens. Rowling reminded me of why I'm glad that part of my life is over with. Refreshing, really, when so much entertainment seems to idealize adolescence.