Anywho, I’m re-reading through book 7 before the movie comes out Friday. Right now Scrimgeur (who I always picture as looking something like that one lion-faced hipster on a Threadless shirt) is about to pass on the items left in Dumbledore’s will.
I never really grew up on Harry Potter. I was probably a little too old to appreciate them as a kid and not old enough to stop myself from snobbishly dismissing them for a long time. My friends have recently taken to occasionally waxing nostalgic about when they first started reading the books and where they were when certain ones came out. I mostly sat silent through these conversations because the first 6 books had all come out by the time I started reading the series.
One of the big reasons that I resisted the books for so long was because I was a bit put off by the ardor of the Harry Potter fandom. I had seen all of the movies and rather enjoyed them however (except for 4. Fuck 4). I only ever started reading the books because I wanted to impress a pretty girl (note: this is probably more than half of why I do anything in life) and to have more in common with her. Once I did I began to see why these crazy people were so nuts about them.
I’m not one for fantasy or sci-fi generally. I was bored by the Lord of the Rings and I never read any of the Narnia books, but Rowling’s world is so full of depth and, to put it simply, magic that it is hard to resist. The love that Rowling has for this work is reflected in every sentence. Even when it’s emotionally devastating and even when it’s a bit of a drag (S.P.E.W.? seriously?), the books are just plain fun.
I’m not the hugest Harry Potter nut, but in the interest of full disclosure I do own a couple ties, I’ve made a HP shirt, I know most of the words to A Very Potter Musical, and I’ve been to a Wizard Rock concert (I however did not cry when Dobby died. I must be heartless). I’ve also got tickets for the midnight showing this week.
I probably won’t feel any great, profound sense of loss when the final credits roll. The world as a whole probably should though. Rarely are cultural phenomena this ubiquitous also this good (I’m calling you out, Twilight). When it’s done, I can still take comfort in the fact that this world will always be waiting for me on my shelf.