Impact
Remus forgave Sirius for the trick. Ron forgave Hermione for sending canaries to peck off his face, and forgave Harry for throwing a S.P.E.W. badge at him. Harry forgave Ron for being a prat. So did Hermione. Dumbledore let Snape back into Hogwarts.
Anything is possible.
HBP is that book, for me. Two years of thinking that I was over Harry Potter have been overturned in less than two weeks of realizing that I am most definitely not over anything. Things have been revisited. Web sites. Fanfic. Original manuscripts. Friendships.
Anything is possible.
I am amazed by the power of story to influence the heart.
I've been watching in some frustration as better fans than I plunge headlong into the meat of Half Blood Prince and thresh it apart, looking for clues and answers, drawing connections, having revelations. I wish I were able to do that right now, but all I can do is sort of... gape at it. It was beautiful. And I loved it. I'm lost again in the arc of a story I thought I was finished loving. And more great things have come along with that renewed love than I am able to say.
So once again, to Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. I hope you live through book seven, I really do. I can't quite imagine a world without you now. You've got my heart.
You and some other - no offense - more important people, who came to me through you.
Thanks.
Anything is possible.
HBP is that book, for me. Two years of thinking that I was over Harry Potter have been overturned in less than two weeks of realizing that I am most definitely not over anything. Things have been revisited. Web sites. Fanfic. Original manuscripts. Friendships.
Anything is possible.
I am amazed by the power of story to influence the heart.
I've been watching in some frustration as better fans than I plunge headlong into the meat of Half Blood Prince and thresh it apart, looking for clues and answers, drawing connections, having revelations. I wish I were able to do that right now, but all I can do is sort of... gape at it. It was beautiful. And I loved it. I'm lost again in the arc of a story I thought I was finished loving. And more great things have come along with that renewed love than I am able to say.
So once again, to Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. I hope you live through book seven, I really do. I can't quite imagine a world without you now. You've got my heart.
You and some other - no offense - more important people, who came to me through you.
Thanks.