What we're left with after J.K.Rowling's had her way...
Every time that I finish a Harry Potter book or movie, it leaves me with my fingers twitching for a wand for days. I can't shake that suspension of disbelief, no matter how fantastic the theory of magic is.
I want to wake up and realize that I was destined for different, better, less normal things.
I want abilities other than "a great people person" that I can list on a resume... levitation and shapeshifting would do.
I want someone to say "oh, those years you were bullied as a kid weren't supposed to happen. You're better than them. You're different."
Nomatter how good the book or movie is, when I come to my senses I'm always left with this residue of grief, when I understand that these are book and movies intended for the fiction genre, because they are in no way realistic or possible.
And we all close our books, and leave the theatres, driving home to our normal, melancholy lives.
I want to wake up and realize that I was destined for different, better, less normal things.
I want abilities other than "a great people person" that I can list on a resume... levitation and shapeshifting would do.
I want someone to say "oh, those years you were bullied as a kid weren't supposed to happen. You're better than them. You're different."
Nomatter how good the book or movie is, when I come to my senses I'm always left with this residue of grief, when I understand that these are book and movies intended for the fiction genre, because they are in no way realistic or possible.
And we all close our books, and leave the theatres, driving home to our normal, melancholy lives.