This isn't exactly a spoiler. It's just that when I read something as exciting as these books, I am always greatly affected, which is lame, because I'm not twelve years old anymore, but I like to write after anyway.
I really liked it, it was a good ending I think. A little hokey but you know what? It's a children's book, through and through, and I have to get over it. Besides it was an excellent way to draw conclusion to it. And if J.K. Rowling even tries to write more of these books, well, I'll probably aka definately be rather upset. I think it ended. Writing anymore would be an unnecessary sequal, as I see all these books grouped together as just one epic journey.
Anyway, in the end it was good and got me set to thinking that it's sort of like a big chapter of my childhood just ended, which is both depressing and inspirational. I no longer have Harry Potter books to look forward to, that's sad as all hell. But everything has to end, one day. So why not July 21st, right? Seems as good a day as any.
I'll have to re-read it. When I re-read the sixth one I realized I had vastly underappreciated it. And it's basically my new favourite. As much as I loved this one, I don't think it can ever really be my favourite because it's the end and I don't like good things to end. But maybe I'll get over that.
I hate how these books make me fool so jumbled. It's so silly of me.
But why fight it? I'll probably never feel like that again.
1 comment:
gosh, what a depressing post. harry potter was such an epic journey in my life. terrible that it had to end, but at the same time, i don't think it would have been good to keep it going. hpluva4eva. it will never cease to amaze me and emotionally enchant me, no matter how many times i reread it. long live the magic.
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