Well, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II comes out in less than twenty-four hours now. In preparation for this monumental event, I decided to reread the seventh book. In some ways, I'm not sure why I did this-- it certainly wasn't enjoyable for me (I sobbed for the last two hundred pages of the book, not to mention the countless other times in the first five hundred or so pages). I could say that I picked it up simply to recall details of the story that had slipped my mind over the last few years; however, that's not really the truth. While I did wish to remember things I had forgotten, I decided to reread the book so I could prepare myself, mentally, to say goodbye to characters I loved and a world I will always cherish.
Some have called it the end of an era. I can certainly see why they would feel that way. In fact, in some small, heartbreaking way, it is the end. The books and the movies will live on for new generations, but the excitement of waiting in line for the next book or movie is over. I know it's not necessarily a bad thing, but it hurts nonetheless. Moving on is always the hardest.
I was eight years old when I first picked up Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. I remember precisely when it happened--I was sick and unable to participate in my grade four music class. My teacher kept a stack of books in her room for just a moment like this. Lo and behold, Harry Potter was in that pile. From that moment on, I was entranced. I'm twenty-one now. For more than half of my life, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were my companions. Their world was my world. And in my own greedy way, I never wanted it to end. It was my childhood. They were my childhood.
Although there are numerous authors I owe for helping to inspire and guide me through my own writing (and life), J. K. Rowling will always, always, be my biggest influence. And for that, all I can say is thank you. I know you will never read this blog, but it doesn't matter. Thank you for having the courage to write Harry's story and for having the stubborn persistence to see it published. Thank you, for everything.