I figured it was time to put in my two cents about this subject I so love to discuss. You know, I could sit here and be very sad about the end of Harry Potter like the rest of the world. And to tell you the truth, I had been feeling that way up until I saw the movie. I thought at the end of the movie I would be crying (or sobbing and wailing like the girl sitting in front of me) and mourning the loss of being able to delve into the stories of my favorite character. But, to tell you the truth, as soon as it faded to black and the credits were rolling all I felt was happiness. I felt complete happiness at being alive to read such wonderful stories and to see them come to life on screen. I seriously couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I have never known another set of books that drew me in like Harry Potter could. I know everything there is to know about that boy - ask me any question (like my work friends do all day every day) and I won't be stumped.
But for some reason, the fact that it's finally over for good hasn't phased me. The stories will live on. The books can be read again. The movies can be watched over and over. And, someday, Harry Potter will captivate another whole generation, I'm sure of it. You can bet I'll be reading the books to my kids and I'm convinced they'll love them just as much as me. So, in short, yes the movies are over, but all I can say is thank you. Thank you to J.K. Rowling for being absolutely brilliant. I can only dream of coming up with a story that incredible. Thank you to Warner Brothers for making such fantastic adaptations of her wonderful books, and even though I notice the smallest of changes, I still love every second.
To borrow a phrase from Lindsay (I hope she doesn't mind), Long Live Pottah!
|Before the midnight showing! We took some cousins too but they didn't get shirts like us. Oh, and yes, we were trying to look ridiculous in this picture. I think we succeeded.|