| Alright, so I just finished reading the final installment of Harry Potter. It was, in itself, worth the wait. I was amazed at how fast I read it, because I didn't want it to end, and I found that I didn't really want to finish it. When I did complete it, that would be the end, there wouldn't be anymore surprises, there wouldn't be any more new things to read about Harry Potter and his amazing adventures. My feelings towards the book in general was that it was amazing; I found myself wondering what I would do in Harry's situations. They seemed so stressful and confusing that sometimes I felt overwhelmed with the power of his decisions, because I worried about the lives of the other characters. Kind of stupid, but true. I was surprised at each turn, where each died, and I was shocked that they actually did die. They were characters that I thought Death would evade, because each seemed so strong. Yet what annoyed me most was the ending; throughout the book, there was a feeling of suspense and anticipation, that background mood of depression, and the ending.. somehow, it just disappointed me. I'm not sure if I could have done better, and I do admire J.K. Rowling's work as an author. But the ending, to me, was somewhat anti-climatic. Voldemort's death was, of course, expected, but the way he died was so mundane (as she put it) that it startled me. The last thirty pages of the book, I half-expected for him to come back, for J.K. Rowling to leave us once again hanging on an eternal cliffhanger. But he didn't, and we were left with Nineteen Years Later, which showed the remaining characters' whereabouts now that "He Who Must Not Be Named" was long gone. Some of the characters ad a change of heart, and I was pleasantly surprised about it, but it didn't matter to me much. I suppose I was searching for something more, something that I thought should have been there, but was wrong and didn't exist. Now, I also want to compliment on J.K. Rowling's talent on writing. I was amazed that she thought of all this throughout the series, and she had the skill to actually write things that so many readers didn't even anticipate. She kept everyone in suspense and was able to bring them back with each book, the mysteries so dark that the solution was impossible to figure out without reading through and figuring out who was sacrificed in the process. It also took a while for it to sink in that this was going to be the last book of Harry Potter that I would read, the last new surprises, the last new mysteries, the last new joys I would share with them. I, of course, stayed up quite late to finish it before I nearly passed out from exhaustion, and halfway through the book, it hit me. No, I was not reading a fanfiction, and I could not just go out and buy another one of his adventures. I wanted to stop reading, so I could prolong the time that I had with these precious characters, but it was inevitable. At two-thirty in the morning, I looked at the book and thought to myself, I'll just finish this chapter. And when I did, I just had to find out what happened next. And after that, I had to find what happened next. Such an unending circle. Either way, the book is a mixed blessing. It's sad to see the last book out and read, but I know throughout the rest of my life I will continue to reread those books about a million times over. ~San |
