Harry Potter. I read all books. I read books 1 to 7 and each book invokes an intense longing for me to live the life of any of the characters in their world. I rather be a witch or a wizard if their world truly exists.
Wistfully, I can be Hermione or Ginny. I will not mind being Mrs. Weasley either, for her stance and for what she said to Bellatrix at the beginning of their duel is something I will more than say if I was in her shoes. (spoiler alert: the last word of her sentence rhymes with the word witch!)
Ultimately though, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is my favorite of the series and not simply because it is the last book and that it tied all loose ends handsomely and perfectly. Nah! It is the best book in the series because no book has touched me in so many ways in one go.
In the beginning, I felt heavy because of the death eaters plotting against Harry, then I shed a tear or two, when Dudlley said “He is not a waste of space.” Before I can fully recover, my heart broke when the wands war on broomsticks, thestrals and flying motorcycle ended. I laughed some on the double innuendo-ed wand joke that Ron uttered, tongue-in-cheek, when he gave Harry a book for his birthday. They grew up, Harry, Ron and Hermione grew up.
If I am to write each and every emotion I felt during the whole time I read book 7, this blog entry will be the longest one I have written and most likely the most dramatic as well. So, I will keep this short because I am sure, those who have been with Harry since his first year at Hogwarts knows and feels the same way I do. If not more so…
Although, I just cannot close this blog entry without saying that from all the chapters in the book, “The Prince’s Tale” got to me the most. SEV’s words of “Look at me…look at me!” broke my heart yet made me respect and love his character more. He was flawed yet he had loved.
The book was splendidly written. It is a great culmination for an epic tale written so creatively and enchantingly. The seemingly unending battles of light and dark, perfection and imperfection, bravery and cowardice, good and bad, love and hate, life and death were but perfect testaments of the different facets of life we must face for real.
It is a superb book written. imparting wisdom on the values of family and friends. On how far we will go if we know the consequences of the sacrifices we make.
The ending was supposed to make me happy but somehow it saddened me because after this book, there are no more Harry Potter books I can look forward to. But, the sadness did not make me LOVE it any less. Truth be told, I cannot wait to re-read the book, as leisurely as I can because I am sure, I’d love it more and more each time I do.
We are lucky. Our generation of readers are extremely fortunate because if we have missed the generation of classic writers like Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, JRR Tolkien and so many more, we are just right here when JK Rowling fantastically weaved Harry Potter’s tale for us.
Thanks, Ms. Rowling (rhymes with Bowling!). You made this lifetime a whole lot more enticing with the fantasy world you selflessly shared with each one of us.
Here’s to you, to Harry, Ron and Hermione! Here’s to Luna, Neville, the Weasleys and all the other great characters of the book, even Voldy and Bella! May Hogwarts, Hogs Meade and Diagon Alley continually prosper in our imaginations for they have been drawn so vividly in our minds.
I am practically teary-eyed as I write this. No other book affects me this way and I am sure, I will always feel this way about it.