The beginning of the end.
I can't believe that something I've been reading and looking forward to since I was ten is all going to end for me on Saturday..or Sunday morning.
And to think, I didn't want to read the first damn book--because I had just turned ten and my favorite uncle died four days after my birthday. My aunt who's residing in the US, came on his wake and practically forced me to read the first book.
I remember reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in La Salle's dormitory, because my uncle's wake was held in the La Salle Chapel. And like most persons on the planet, I fell in love with the book. Maybe reading it took my mind of Tito Emile and all the things I wasn't able to say, of all the things I wish I did while he was still there, maybe reading it made me feel like I had a stronger bond with him--because he was a Star Wars fan and a comic book collector and he would've liked Harry Potter too if he got the chance.
So from there, I would wait yearly for the new books to be released, then wait again for my aunt to send them to me. The second, third until the fourth installment. Then after the fourth book was released, the first movie came out, and there came the two year wait for the books. Oh, and Harry Potter became a world wide phenomenon and was finally stacked in bookstores in the Philippines.
And yeah, I am going to cry over the seventh book. I might cry after I get it, I might cry as hard as I do every time I reread Order of the Pheonix and get to the part where Sirius dies, I might stop at weird intervals while reading and check how thick the parts I haven't read yet are (because I do that to every HP book xDD) and get sad if I've already read more than what I haven't. Because every page will get closer to the last, and once I've read the last.. this time it's really going to be the last. I'm going to cry because even though I can reread it again, the story's finished. The first Harry Potter was something I held on to when my mother laughed when I cried about my uncle's death [A classic example of adults underestimating children]. It's not just a book (but then books are never just books for me), but this book holds more meaning to me than any other. This one was there for one of the hardest times in my life, this is the one thing that made me really happy during high school, this is something that made me say, Lord, don't kill me until I read the seventh book, this is something my favorite cousin and I bonded over, something that kept us together through the culture barrier and the less frequent visits, this is one of the main reasons I became a crazy fangirl, this is something i spent almost eight years of my life with, something I read as I changed and grew up, and it's always going to mean something to me, regardless of how old I'm going to be.
And to think, I didn't want to read the first damn book--because I had just turned ten and my favorite uncle died four days after my birthday. My aunt who's residing in the US, came on his wake and practically forced me to read the first book.
I remember reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in La Salle's dormitory, because my uncle's wake was held in the La Salle Chapel. And like most persons on the planet, I fell in love with the book. Maybe reading it took my mind of Tito Emile and all the things I wasn't able to say, of all the things I wish I did while he was still there, maybe reading it made me feel like I had a stronger bond with him--because he was a Star Wars fan and a comic book collector and he would've liked Harry Potter too if he got the chance.
So from there, I would wait yearly for the new books to be released, then wait again for my aunt to send them to me. The second, third until the fourth installment. Then after the fourth book was released, the first movie came out, and there came the two year wait for the books. Oh, and Harry Potter became a world wide phenomenon and was finally stacked in bookstores in the Philippines.
And yeah, I am going to cry over the seventh book. I might cry after I get it, I might cry as hard as I do every time I reread Order of the Pheonix and get to the part where Sirius dies, I might stop at weird intervals while reading and check how thick the parts I haven't read yet are (because I do that to every HP book xDD) and get sad if I've already read more than what I haven't. Because every page will get closer to the last, and once I've read the last.. this time it's really going to be the last. I'm going to cry because even though I can reread it again, the story's finished. The first Harry Potter was something I held on to when my mother laughed when I cried about my uncle's death [A classic example of adults underestimating children]. It's not just a book (but then books are never just books for me), but this book holds more meaning to me than any other. This one was there for one of the hardest times in my life, this is the one thing that made me really happy during high school, this is something that made me say, Lord, don't kill me until I read the seventh book, this is something my favorite cousin and I bonded over, something that kept us together through the culture barrier and the less frequent visits, this is one of the main reasons I became a crazy fangirl, this is something i spent almost eight years of my life with, something I read as I changed and grew up, and it's always going to mean something to me, regardless of how old I'm going to be.