Like a lot of other people in this world, I just completed reading Harry Potter and the deathly Hallows. I don't intend to go on and on about it, but I did want to write down some of my thoughts and feelings.
Personally, I thought it was the best book out of all the Harry Potter books. Whether others share my opinion is to be seen, but I try not to let what others think influence my enjoyment in anything. For example, a friend of mine, while we were discussing the book, told me she 'hated' the epilogue. (?)
Well, I was more than a bit taken aback. How can anyone have hated that ending? But if that's the way she feels, I feel a bit sorry for her, in a way. This was the one book millions and millions of people across the world anticipated. To not at least like the ending and/or the epilogue is denying yourself the personal closure to a wonderful saga. When, I wondered to myself the other day, will something like this ever come again? Or will it?
For myself, the ending was as much as I could've hoped. Naturally, I'm a romantic at heart, so the way J.K. chose to end it suited me. Delighted me, in fact. Though I do admit, I wish I knew more about the later lives of other miscellaneous characters. But, hopefully, in the near future, J.K. Rowling will write that encyclopedia that details this information.
Speaking of that, my friend gave me this link:
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/19935372/
It has a good bunch of video clips with J.K. Rowling, and she even has a small session of Q&A with some people. J.K. even talks about the possibility of writing more books in the future involving the wizarding world. Now that would be cool. I do hope she does. As long as J.K.'s writing it, and it involves that magical world she's created, I'm sold.
Before the book even started though, I noticed two pieces from famous writers. The second one, by William Penn, really struck me, and I've decided to post it here. Poetry has never been my strong suit, or really held my interest, but this piece by William Penn that J.K. Rowling chose to include in her book really etched itself on my mind...
"Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.
In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure.
This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.”
—William Penn
More Fruits of Solitude
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
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