Finally...
...after weeks of not posting, I'm going to do something I probably should have done a while ago.
I'M GOING TO REVIEW HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.
It was almost midnight on a clear night. Barely anyone was outside, however. They were all inside, eagerly awaiting the moment the book would begin distribution. The book determined the fate of one of the most beloved characters ever to grace the face of planet Earth. The book?
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
As the first copy was sold, screams and cheers of joy filled the Barnes & Noble, coming from the teenagers sitting in the Medical section, waiting for their turns, from the tired people standing in line for the in-store Starbucks, from the drowsy children relaxing in the kid's section. I was one of those people. I waited with my mom for them to call our letter. When I finally heard the highly anticipated "Gold J" blaring over the speaker system, I grabbed one of my best friends and pulled her through security with me.
We took our places in the line, both of us extremely excited. Unable to take the tension, we amused ourselves with sifting through the CDs in the music section, anxiously waiting for the time when mom would pay for the book, and I would have it in my hands.
Finally, that moment came.
I took the book, and instantly a thrill swept through my body. I knew the book would end something magical that had taken up the whole world, like an enchantment that would break at the stroke of midnight. I left my friend there to wait for her own copy, and went home with my mom.
I grabbed my trusty bag of candy corn and a glass of water and headed upstairs to my room, where I closed the door. Making sure I would not be disturbed for hours, I began the book.
Looking at the clock an hour later: 2:18.
More time passed: 3:45
Finally, at the end of the last word of the book, I softly closed it, so as to not wake my parents sleeping in the next room. I looked at the clock: 6:39.
It had taken me five and a half hours, but I had ended the series, once and for all.
I was extremely satisfied.
The deaths were the only things that bothered me, especially Fred's, Lupin's, Tonks's, and Dobby's. Those were characters I really liked, and I couldn't help but feel bad for George. All in one year, he lost an ear and a twin. It was horrible. Lupin and Tonks died right after their baby was born. Another boy, orphaned by the Death Eaters. Hmm...any connections? Anyway, I did like that J.K. gave him some closure: Victoire, at the end, who he has managed to snag. As J.K. said in an interview, she's very pretty. Good for Teddy.
Dobby...I refuse to comment. I actually physically smacked the book, several times, on the page he died. I am glad Hagrid didn't die. He came close, though.
Harry's walk into the forest was extremely emotional. I was verrrrry sad, because, though I figured he wasn't dead, since unless the point of view was going to switch to Ron, or something, there were too many pages to drag out a death. I didn't even fully realize Lupin died until he summoned his spirit.
SNAPE'S MEMORY. I still don't like Snape. I think he could have done a better job of getting Lily to like him. Boys? The way to a girl's heart is not to hurt her sister. Remember that.
Okay, 'ships. Both of my ships made it into canon! Yay! Harry/Ginny, and Ron/Hermione.
I liked how they gave Dumbledore a sort of dark past. It made him a more complex character. I can see the mean Dumbledore (Richard Gambon, I think his name is) playing this Dumbledore. It was sort of surprising, though. Rita Skeeter actually got some things right, didn't she?
I would have preferred more information on the Dursleys. I want to know what happened to them.
I have only one more thing to say, though, and that is...
HEEEEEEEEEDWIIIIIIIIIIIG!!!!
And that's that. Apart from that, ILY DANIEL RADCLIFFE. <333333
I'M GOING TO REVIEW HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.
It was almost midnight on a clear night. Barely anyone was outside, however. They were all inside, eagerly awaiting the moment the book would begin distribution. The book determined the fate of one of the most beloved characters ever to grace the face of planet Earth. The book?
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
As the first copy was sold, screams and cheers of joy filled the Barnes & Noble, coming from the teenagers sitting in the Medical section, waiting for their turns, from the tired people standing in line for the in-store Starbucks, from the drowsy children relaxing in the kid's section. I was one of those people. I waited with my mom for them to call our letter. When I finally heard the highly anticipated "Gold J" blaring over the speaker system, I grabbed one of my best friends and pulled her through security with me.
We took our places in the line, both of us extremely excited. Unable to take the tension, we amused ourselves with sifting through the CDs in the music section, anxiously waiting for the time when mom would pay for the book, and I would have it in my hands.
Finally, that moment came.
I took the book, and instantly a thrill swept through my body. I knew the book would end something magical that had taken up the whole world, like an enchantment that would break at the stroke of midnight. I left my friend there to wait for her own copy, and went home with my mom.
I grabbed my trusty bag of candy corn and a glass of water and headed upstairs to my room, where I closed the door. Making sure I would not be disturbed for hours, I began the book.
Looking at the clock an hour later: 2:18.
More time passed: 3:45
Finally, at the end of the last word of the book, I softly closed it, so as to not wake my parents sleeping in the next room. I looked at the clock: 6:39.
It had taken me five and a half hours, but I had ended the series, once and for all.
I was extremely satisfied.
The deaths were the only things that bothered me, especially Fred's, Lupin's, Tonks's, and Dobby's. Those were characters I really liked, and I couldn't help but feel bad for George. All in one year, he lost an ear and a twin. It was horrible. Lupin and Tonks died right after their baby was born. Another boy, orphaned by the Death Eaters. Hmm...any connections? Anyway, I did like that J.K. gave him some closure: Victoire, at the end, who he has managed to snag. As J.K. said in an interview, she's very pretty. Good for Teddy.
Dobby...I refuse to comment. I actually physically smacked the book, several times, on the page he died. I am glad Hagrid didn't die. He came close, though.
Harry's walk into the forest was extremely emotional. I was verrrrry sad, because, though I figured he wasn't dead, since unless the point of view was going to switch to Ron, or something, there were too many pages to drag out a death. I didn't even fully realize Lupin died until he summoned his spirit.
SNAPE'S MEMORY. I still don't like Snape. I think he could have done a better job of getting Lily to like him. Boys? The way to a girl's heart is not to hurt her sister. Remember that.
Okay, 'ships. Both of my ships made it into canon! Yay! Harry/Ginny, and Ron/Hermione.
I liked how they gave Dumbledore a sort of dark past. It made him a more complex character. I can see the mean Dumbledore (Richard Gambon, I think his name is) playing this Dumbledore. It was sort of surprising, though. Rita Skeeter actually got some things right, didn't she?
I would have preferred more information on the Dursleys. I want to know what happened to them.
I have only one more thing to say, though, and that is...
HEEEEEEEEEDWIIIIIIIIIIIG!!!!
And that's that. Apart from that, ILY DANIEL RADCLIFFE. <333333