Two weeks ago I scooped up my tickets to the latest flick – The Deathly Hallows, Part 1. I wasn’t the only one. Tonight will be testament to that.
When the last 4 Harry Potter books went on sale, I was in line at midnight on the day of release to purchase 2 copies . . . one for me and one for my kids. I stayed up all night to read them. My eyes were bloodshot, they stung, they hurt, but I read on. For the Deathly Hollows, my daughter sat up on one side of my king sized bed, I propped up on the other, and we emersed ourselves into Rowling’s magical world. We came up every now and then for air or bathroom breaks or to say “how far are you?” but then we disappeared into our books once again. My hubby even served us breakfast in bed because we couldn’t, wouldn’t, pull ourselves in the real world.
I wish I knew exactly what it is that I love about these books. For me, I think it is because I love the characters so much. Ron and the twins make me laugh. Hermione appeals to the intelligent side of me, and as a mom, I just want to help Harry so much. And Syrius . . . oh my, when he dies, I wept. This surprised me as I’ve only done that one other time – when I read The Miracle of the Bells.
My favorite book in the series was The Order of the Phoenix. It was raw with emotion and dark in plot. It is the turning point in the series for Harry. He grows up, but at a great cost.
I am saddened in a way to see the story come to a close but all good things must come to an end. I only hope and pray the filmmakers do this book justice. I will find out tonight as I stand in line an hour early with all the other Harry Potter fans just to get a good seat. I will find out, once and for all, where they decided to cut the book in two, and I hope to come away with the burning desire to see the last film – now!
I’ll post a review tomorrow with my ideas of the film. Until then . . .