I have always lived, just a little, elsewhere. I have resided many a month in Middle Earth. I have dwelt in Narnia. I've spent many a laughter-filled day in Arendia and every so often visit Pern. I've lived in Darkover and Amber and most recently I have spent hours on end in London. Not London as we know it, the London that leads to Diagon Alley and Hogwarts. The London I wish were really there. I am re-reading my Harry Potter books.
The Harry Potter books were all the rage in their beginning, but I never read it then. I am not a hype fan and am never driven to read something that is all "the rage". Then there was all the hoopla on my message boards about them and I ignored it all. I am not sure when I finally picked up Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, but I know I picked it up at a used book store. And I read it. And I enjoyed it very much; enough to hurry and get the next two from the library.
I was captivated.
I was captivated.
I read the 2nd book, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and the 3rd, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and then, I had to wait for Miss Rowling to write the rest, along with all of her fans. And I missed Harry, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Ron and Hermione, so I read them again.
I loved the heart of these books. I loved the friendships, the themes, the struggles and the joys of these characters and like Aslan, Aragorn, Polgara and Gandalf, they became part of my world. A part of what makes me, well, me. I have whole worlds in my head with friends that live there that share our human condition. They are a part of my makeup, my thoughts, my experiences, my heart. I read them, each as they came out, dreading the moment when I reached the last few pages. I identified with Mrs. Weasley, hated Snape and rooted for Tonks to win Lupin. I sobbed when Dumbledore died and hated the guy who took over his part after Richard Harris died.
I now own and have read all seven of the books more than twice. I have seen and own all 6 of the movies. To think that so soon, the phenomenon that has been Harry Potter will be over is more than a little distressing. It was bad enough when I finished the Deathly Hallows for the first time. I admit to having gone through a slump. It was hard to imagine that there would be no more. Soon, the last of the movies will be out. And I will go to see part one in November and part two in July and then it will truly be over. I never want the magic to be over.
Isn't that the best thing about books though? That between two covers lies the magic? Wherever I am, whenever I open them, I am back, and the magic begins anew.