With the second part of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows having been released, I feel like I’m watching the end of an era.
When I first heard about Harry Potter, I was living in North Carolina. A friend took me to see Chamber of Secrets with her and her two sons. I almost didn’t go, because I’d never heard of Harry Potter–the books or the movies. But I went, and seeing the second movie first made me want to see what I’d missed, so I went to a library and borrowed all the HP they had. I almost didn’t make it through book one but I pushed through. And I’m glad I did, because I gobbled up every book.
I loved them so much that I forced the parental figure to read them. The good news? She became a rabid HP fan like me. The bad news? She became a rabid HP fan like me. It’s hard to read the books when the parental figure keeps stealing them from you.
I’m not really sure what the point of this post is, or if there even is one. I’m just feeling very nostalgic and really sad about the last of the movies being released. I know it’s not the end of Harry Potter, especially with (I hope!) the ebooks finally being released soon and with PotterMore.com coming. I just can’t shake the feeling I’m losing something incredible, that something great is coming to and end.
Harry Potter is…well, magical. What else could explain the kind of love and devotion millions of Harry Potter fans share? Maybe the series is over, maybe the last of the movies have been released, but the magic is still there. All those who love Harry Potter keep the magic alive. All of us who reread the books over and over until they fall apart keep him alive.
Normally I would try to ask a question here but I can’t really think of one. I guess I’ll call this post a Get To Know Lanie moment.