Ydomingo, julio 29, 2007
So, sép, its me on the internet at this hour... I just finished DH.
I got no spoilers, just thoughts about it, so, read without caution:
Amazing, incredibly amazing, stunning book, damn! And I doubted JK Rowling! I though it would suck like the sixth did, but she did an incredible good book, a hell of a good book, I should say...!!
And how it all concluded was just awesome!!
Now, giving it more deep though, this is the end of the HP books. But I dont feel sad. Should I? Maybe yes, since I was 12 I happened to be immerse in this fantastic world of magic books and witches and wizards
and wizardry. It all collided with the world I was living. The book (the first one) made you believe, actually
believe that all that fantastic world presented in the book, staying hidden and undercover, was true. And that, when you read it, it all became real.
Reality is one of the things (and I personally think I’m not the only one) that I wanted, at that time, to elude. And I so wanted it to be true! Deep in my heart I knew it kind of couldn’t be possible,
kind of, that little part in my brain told me that, well, as much as I wanted, the story and the world standing in front of me was fiction.
It didn’t strike at me like a revelation of big proportions. I knew it couldn’t be real. I was 12 years old, I wasn’t an infant, but like Mulder's poster in the X-Files sort of said,
I wanted to believe.
Soon after that, having read the other two books, Chamber and Prisoner, that world wasn’t has wonderful as I though it was. Magic was a marvelous thing, but in the right hands, and soon I learned that, apart of the good one and the bad one, where various shades. The bads came in evolution within the books, and from one page to another; the bad one wanting to kill Harry Potter was soon replaced by vicious, vicious creatures. The werewolf presented in the third book soon transformed in the sixth into someone who really was blood thirsty. And the kills, who graciously were mere Aveda Kedavras were replaced by graphic narrated tortures, murders of very, very innocent people. Characters who had accompanied you, and those who you sympathized with transformed into traitors, into enemies. But, can you really blame them? What would you do if they take your wife and kids, and say that if you don’t kill someone, your precious and loved family would be tortured to death?
I think JK Rowling prepare us all till this very end. Didn’t she gradually make us accustomed to Nagini? to the spiders? to death? to the very own and unique story of those who made books and wands? She created this world in which we all fell. She put us on a bubble, when we were like who we wanted to be. Muggle-Born, Half-Blood, Pure Blood, Muggle, Witch, Wizard, Squib, Centaur, anyone! She made a world so perfect an explained it to us in a way that we instantly saw us in
there choosing what we individually though was the better path for our owns ambitions and desires, and finally, our future.
The story is closed, and really, I read it and lived it so vividly that I’m happy.
Thanks Jo, for making and marking eight years of my life.
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