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In the year 1999, We had just slaved through one boring book in my reading class, and were about to begin this one called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. It sounded lame, and when read to me, it also sounded boring, so, being young and dumb, I stopped listening after the first few sentences.
The problem with this wonderful absence of attention was that I needed to type up summaries for each chapter. We had gotten roughly to the fifth chapter by the time my teacher pulled me aside and told me that I needed to get those in. I asked to borrow the book over the weekend so I could do just that, and that was that.
So, I started reading it, purely intending only to do the bare minimum required.
And that's how it all started. Over the weekend my family picked it up, got hooked, bought a copy along with Chamber and Prisoner, I finished my summaries with interest, and spent the time in class reading the next two books. So in short, the Potter mania under the roof of Steele is all my fault.
And they say nothing comes of sloth.
So, the year after that, Goblet came out, and that was no big affair-we just walked into Waldenbooks, grabbed our reserved copy, and walked off, with my nose buried in it.
Three years later, Order came out, and that was the first of three midnight parties I attended. We came late, ad thus spent an eternity in line. Then I started reading it, was made to go to sleep, and before you know it, I was second to finish. Still, I found the book particularly interesting that year because I as well was 15. I can't say that the following year was anything like Harry's in any respect, but hey, it was cool.
It was 2005 when Prince came out, I think, and it was here when I first showed true obession, by sitting six hours in Barnes in nobles just to be the first one out the store with the book. I read it straight to morning, and let me tell you the timing had been perfect, the progression of night to day.
Friday 20th, 2007. I get dropped off from laser quest at Barnes and Nobles at 4 to sit out the wait. I laugh, I cry, I speculate, I get my eye stabbed out by a freaking Death Eater -twice-, and generally just enjoy myself. My back hurts.
12:00 AM, Saturday 21st, 2007. The end comes into my hands. I read compulsively to the dawn.....and still remain unfinished.
10 AM, I fall asleep after seeing dark faces out of the corner of my eyes, even when such is impossible. Hey, when that happens, you'd probably go to sleep as well.
6 PM, I wake up and continue compulsively reading, barring a time where I go to the store for my mom.
9:21 PM, I finish.
That's it, it all ends.
I look back at the road I've taken in regards to Harry Potter, and two things occur to me.
1)I should have done more freakishly obsessive things in regards to Potter, like attend more of the parties in his honor or something. I missed so much of the joy of anticipation.
2)I have no freaking clue why I like Harry Potter.
Yeah, that's rather sad. But anyways.....
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone hit the shelves of bookstores sometime in 1997, so it's been ten years for it as to my oddly appropriate seven year journey. Apparently, the whole of the series has outsold the bible in some fashion. Rowling is now one of the richest authors in the world, if not THE richest.
And now it all ends.
Well, maybe not end in the strictest sense of the word. For starters, we masochistic fans still have the next two movies(well, the other masochistic fans have them. I have my mission), and the adjoining games. We're bound to see endless fan attempts of visual storytelling in regards to potter, and even more in the way of spoofs. In the future, some big shot company will take another shot at official potter movies. Not to speak of the endless fanfictions, roleplays, and fanart that will remain unknown to the wide world. Merchandise for Harry Potter will go on, from board games to lunch boxes standing the test of time.
Yep, Potter's immortal. And we, the generation that was there, made it happen. When the generation that saw Star Wars for the first time is dead and gone, we will have children and grandchildren in our laps as we read them Harry's daring adventures and various struggles, and we will tell them of the unwritten stories as well.
We were there. And that sets us apart.
So, in regards to the Deathly Hallows, what need I say?
Two things.
1)It ends the story in only the best way.
2)For appropriatenesses sake, read the first chapter of Stone before reading Hallows.
So, what else is there to say?
To Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived.
Sorian-of-Revelations · Sun Jul 22, 2007 @ 05:30am · 0 Comments |
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