Feeling lost and empty after Deathy Hallows...
I just can't shake the feeling of loss that came with finishing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
On general terms, I was content with the book, the plot, and the climax. It was definitely not my favourite Harry Potter of the 7, but I enjoyed reading it.
Too many deaths, though. Far, far too many deaths.
A handful of characters that I cherished deeply, that have been with us since the beginning, are gone forever.
I love the Harry Potter series. I've followed it since Chamber of Secrets (yes, I got a bit of a late start). They aren't just fictional characters to me, much in the way that Cutler Beckett and Frodo Baggins and Schmendrick and Amalthea and my dear, sweet little Prince from Asteroid B-612 aren't just creations from someone else's imagination. In my heart and in my mind, they are real because my love for them has made them so. I ache for the passings in Deathly Hallows because they were MY friends as well as Harry's. They kept me company on rainy nights, or lounging in my horse's stall, reading breathlessly about their adventures, wishing I was there, too.
After seven long years, it's over. But where I'd hoped there would be a heart filled with wonder and celebration, there is only tearless, hollow emptiness. I want them all back. I want things to be the way they were during Harry's first year at Hogwarts. New friends, a new life and new hope. For always.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Looks like another addition to my rapidly-growing stack of "DENIAL".