Friday, November 26, 2010
The first three Harry Potter books, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban were a delight and a sin. A delight for the fun and a sin for the enjoyment of such trivial fare. Then came Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Up to the twist at the end, still a delight and a sin. But at the end of Goblet of Fire, a character we have been primed to love and admire dies, suddenly and without preparation the stories turned down a darker road. Instead of reading and then rereading with sinful delight, I read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows with bated breath and my heart in my throat waiting for the death of someone I had grown to care about. Then I put them aside and never went back to them, so I never grew to know the stories like I knew the first three. And I didn't get to see the characters I cared about grow into adults the way I knew them as children. So, today, I am watching the last three movies and this weekend we will go to see the Deathly Hallows, Part I.