Something about Harry....
Don't worry, no spoilers here. I don't even have my book yet, though I did check Amazon and it's out for delivery due to arrive on time tomorrow. Sweet.
Posted on myspace, thought I'd archive it here too, since it holds true for my life on lj lately.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
I'm not what you'd call a typical blogger. Online everyday, writing down thoughts, rants whatever the case may be for that particular online instant that needs to be immortalized on the web forever.
I write when I have something specific I want to say. Could it be a rant? Sure. Could it be emotional, yepper. I'm not the most articulate or best writer, believe me. But when I do write something, it's for me. I'm not in school anymore. There are no writing assignments. I write when the mood strikes me.
Today that mood has struck again.
I wanted to acknowledge something. Something that come 12:01am tomorrow morning will end forever. Well, at least according to the author say as of today. You may not be a fan and that's fine. But for me, a true, avid, ardent fan, it's almost killing me. At 12:01am, the Harry Potter series will be over. And honestly, it's upsetting to the point where its physically painful.
When I started reading the series it was the year 2000. I had just started working the NYC in April and the first 3 books were already published in the US, with the 4th book coming out in June of 2000. I had heard about the books, but not 'heard' about them. you know. I found the first 3 hardcovers at a discount store and dug in. The reading was so quick and easy and the story just sucked me in from the start and I was like 'hey, this is great. The 4th book is coming out next month and now I'm caught up.' At that time though, I was still a Harry newbie. I admit it. I didn't know there was going to be 7 books. I was happy that there was 4! Silly little me.
Goblet came out and I blew through it. Then I had to patiently wait, along with the rest of the fans for Phoenix...#5. Actually, after Goblet was when I felt pretty alone in my fandom. None of my friends were reading these books. It boggled my mind. My sister...sorry Cath...I lent her the first book and she barely got through the first chapter claiming that 'it's too descriptive' and I was like....'that's the best part. You can picture everything.'
I loved the writing style, the concept and I felt for that little kid. How could you not feel for a kid who's parents are dead, he's living with relatives that make his life a living hell and he's living under the fucking stairs???
Thankfully, once the 1st movie came out my sister did become a fan...loving the books as well as the movies. Nath also became a fan, reading the books one by one and catching up.
Phoenix came out, the longest page count of the series and again, I devoured it. And honestly, at the time, didn't like it as much as the others. It was darker and I wasn't expecting that, but knew it was all part of JKR's master Harry plan. I accepted it and waited AGAIN for Half Blood Prince to come out. Ah, the prince. Now this book, this is where everything really arcs. Snape, Malfoy and poor Dumbledore. The end where Harry is explaining everything in the hospital wing and Ron and Hermione are shocked and shamed for not believing Harry all year. Killer.
But what will tomorrow bring? I don't know, but I'm weeping for my loss already. Main characters will die. That is a fact stated by Rowling herself. But who? I'm not even going to go into theories here. Everything has been analyzed, studied, re-analyzed and rumored. What I want to see will never happen. I have resolved myself to that fact.
But that's not even it. What pains me is the ending of the series. That's it. End of Story. Goodbye. The End. No more Harry in written form. No more adventures. Once I read that last page of Deathly Hallows and close the book there will be no other written word about Harry to look forward to. Come the summer of 2009, there will be no book 8.
Some would give comfort and say...'we still have 2 more movies to look forward to.' I wish I could say that helps. But it really doesn't. Sure, the movies are great and I do love them, the actors are doing a fantastic job of it, but the movies will never replace getting lost in the books. To sit on a train commuting into the city and getting lost for an hour or so in this magical world...it'll be hard no doing that. Yeah, I have other authors that I love and other series of books that I enjoy reading, but it's not the same, damn it. I don't think there's a children's series out there that can ever hope to replace Harry.
My dilema regarding this last book is this...do I devour it like the others and keep up the tradition or do I savor this last read and pray to God I'm not spoiled before I finish the book? With each book I had the best intentions to go slowly through it, but it's never happened. I get sucked right back into the plot and don't stop until I'm done.
So tomorrow when Amazon delivers my pre-ordered book, I may just have to keep it in the box awhile and let the greatness to come sit and settle in before I open it's pages.
Roughly, 3 hours until midnight and my heart is heavy. I'd like to say a few last minute comments to my favorite characters...
Ron - the jester of the group. Suck it up and get down to business. It's time to show what you're really made of.
Hermione - you're the brains of this little trio. Keep the boys in line and kick some serious ass.
Neville - DON'T underestimate yourself.
Snape - redeem yourself. I'm pulling for you.
Draco - Draco, Draco, Draco. Please, don't run away like a pussy. Stand and fight, even if it's for the dark side. Please don't go out like a wus.
and....Harry.
My friend. You've been preparing for this battle for seven years. And I have watched you grow stronger each passing year. I was with you when you saved Hermione from the troll in first year, when you saved Ginny from the basilisk in 2nd, and when you saved Sirius and Buckbeak in 3rd year. I was with you when you watched Cedric die and then fought Voldemort in 4th. In 5th, I was with you in the department of mysteries when you watched the prophecy break into a thousand pieces. I was with you on the tower in 6th year when Snape and Dumbledore...when Dumbledore...sigh.
I have every confidence in you that you will beat Voldemort. You may not come out of the battle the same person you went in, but you WILL beat him. Remember, your friends on the page are with you as well as those who hold the book in their hands. We want you to win.
We need you to win.
Now go and do it.
I'll meet you at the end of the book.
And someday soon, when there's no 8th book to look forward to, I'll pick up book one and say hello to you all over again.
Posted on myspace, thought I'd archive it here too, since it holds true for my life on lj lately.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
I'm not what you'd call a typical blogger. Online everyday, writing down thoughts, rants whatever the case may be for that particular online instant that needs to be immortalized on the web forever.
I write when I have something specific I want to say. Could it be a rant? Sure. Could it be emotional, yepper. I'm not the most articulate or best writer, believe me. But when I do write something, it's for me. I'm not in school anymore. There are no writing assignments. I write when the mood strikes me.
Today that mood has struck again.
I wanted to acknowledge something. Something that come 12:01am tomorrow morning will end forever. Well, at least according to the author say as of today. You may not be a fan and that's fine. But for me, a true, avid, ardent fan, it's almost killing me. At 12:01am, the Harry Potter series will be over. And honestly, it's upsetting to the point where its physically painful.
When I started reading the series it was the year 2000. I had just started working the NYC in April and the first 3 books were already published in the US, with the 4th book coming out in June of 2000. I had heard about the books, but not 'heard' about them. you know. I found the first 3 hardcovers at a discount store and dug in. The reading was so quick and easy and the story just sucked me in from the start and I was like 'hey, this is great. The 4th book is coming out next month and now I'm caught up.' At that time though, I was still a Harry newbie. I admit it. I didn't know there was going to be 7 books. I was happy that there was 4! Silly little me.
Goblet came out and I blew through it. Then I had to patiently wait, along with the rest of the fans for Phoenix...#5. Actually, after Goblet was when I felt pretty alone in my fandom. None of my friends were reading these books. It boggled my mind. My sister...sorry Cath...I lent her the first book and she barely got through the first chapter claiming that 'it's too descriptive' and I was like....'that's the best part. You can picture everything.'
I loved the writing style, the concept and I felt for that little kid. How could you not feel for a kid who's parents are dead, he's living with relatives that make his life a living hell and he's living under the fucking stairs???
Thankfully, once the 1st movie came out my sister did become a fan...loving the books as well as the movies. Nath also became a fan, reading the books one by one and catching up.
Phoenix came out, the longest page count of the series and again, I devoured it. And honestly, at the time, didn't like it as much as the others. It was darker and I wasn't expecting that, but knew it was all part of JKR's master Harry plan. I accepted it and waited AGAIN for Half Blood Prince to come out. Ah, the prince. Now this book, this is where everything really arcs. Snape, Malfoy and poor Dumbledore. The end where Harry is explaining everything in the hospital wing and Ron and Hermione are shocked and shamed for not believing Harry all year. Killer.
But what will tomorrow bring? I don't know, but I'm weeping for my loss already. Main characters will die. That is a fact stated by Rowling herself. But who? I'm not even going to go into theories here. Everything has been analyzed, studied, re-analyzed and rumored. What I want to see will never happen. I have resolved myself to that fact.
But that's not even it. What pains me is the ending of the series. That's it. End of Story. Goodbye. The End. No more Harry in written form. No more adventures. Once I read that last page of Deathly Hallows and close the book there will be no other written word about Harry to look forward to. Come the summer of 2009, there will be no book 8.
Some would give comfort and say...'we still have 2 more movies to look forward to.' I wish I could say that helps. But it really doesn't. Sure, the movies are great and I do love them, the actors are doing a fantastic job of it, but the movies will never replace getting lost in the books. To sit on a train commuting into the city and getting lost for an hour or so in this magical world...it'll be hard no doing that. Yeah, I have other authors that I love and other series of books that I enjoy reading, but it's not the same, damn it. I don't think there's a children's series out there that can ever hope to replace Harry.
My dilema regarding this last book is this...do I devour it like the others and keep up the tradition or do I savor this last read and pray to God I'm not spoiled before I finish the book? With each book I had the best intentions to go slowly through it, but it's never happened. I get sucked right back into the plot and don't stop until I'm done.
So tomorrow when Amazon delivers my pre-ordered book, I may just have to keep it in the box awhile and let the greatness to come sit and settle in before I open it's pages.
Roughly, 3 hours until midnight and my heart is heavy. I'd like to say a few last minute comments to my favorite characters...
Ron - the jester of the group. Suck it up and get down to business. It's time to show what you're really made of.
Hermione - you're the brains of this little trio. Keep the boys in line and kick some serious ass.
Neville - DON'T underestimate yourself.
Snape - redeem yourself. I'm pulling for you.
Draco - Draco, Draco, Draco. Please, don't run away like a pussy. Stand and fight, even if it's for the dark side. Please don't go out like a wus.
and....Harry.
My friend. You've been preparing for this battle for seven years. And I have watched you grow stronger each passing year. I was with you when you saved Hermione from the troll in first year, when you saved Ginny from the basilisk in 2nd, and when you saved Sirius and Buckbeak in 3rd year. I was with you when you watched Cedric die and then fought Voldemort in 4th. In 5th, I was with you in the department of mysteries when you watched the prophecy break into a thousand pieces. I was with you on the tower in 6th year when Snape and Dumbledore...when Dumbledore...sigh.
I have every confidence in you that you will beat Voldemort. You may not come out of the battle the same person you went in, but you WILL beat him. Remember, your friends on the page are with you as well as those who hold the book in their hands. We want you to win.
We need you to win.
Now go and do it.
I'll meet you at the end of the book.
And someday soon, when there's no 8th book to look forward to, I'll pick up book one and say hello to you all over again.