I am still lamenting the end of my journey with Harry, Ron, Hermione, et al. From the end of July until last week, I was completely immersed in the rest of the series, from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
I’d been on a reading slump much of the year while concentrating on my writing. So slow, I didn’t even think I’d meet my Goodreads Reading Challenge with its tiny count of ten books. I’ve met it though. Yay! Even then, I hit some sludge during my writing time. Earlier this summer, I finally hit that comfortable and familiar stride of reading book after book after book and realized how thirsty I’d been for other folk’s stories. So, after reading My Sister, The Serial Killer, next up on my list was that second Harry Potter book. I thought I’d read it and just go on to some other book.
Oh, no, it simply didn’t work out that way for me. I rushed to the library and got Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Finished that in just three days, so the next trip to the library was me walking out with the rest of the series.
For others in the world who haven’t yet read it – I know there are a few – I won’t go into details other than to say how surprised I am to have been affected by these kids as I was. In Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, sh*t began to get real and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire ripped me to shreds. I mean, I weeped… stuff popped up that I just did NOT see coming and I was not prepared. (Getting verklempt just thinking about it all over again!) Not only that, it was beyond what they were fighting; it was watching them grow and deal with family, understand family, the nature of family, family history. J.K. Rowling weaved a mighty tale, took a hold of all of my emotions, and after it was over, the writer in me reminded me that I had work to do and I couldn’t wait any longer to get back to my own worlds and get back to spinning within my own craft.
My mom has seen all but the last two movies. I’m miffed about that because we can’t talk about it. (I mean – for goodness sake though, how do you stop there???!). That last book (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) is broken into two movies and everything and I mean everything broke through. I haven’t yet watched any of them and I don’t know if I will, at least not for a while. I’m still savoring the words and the imagery in my own head.
I’ll post my thoughts on each book here later. A couple are noted in Goodreads, of which I’ll go into a bit more detail I’m sure.
Question – should I read the play: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child? I started to jump in after Deathly Hallows since I developed the habit of just diving into the next one right after the last page of the previous(!) – but decided not to. Should I, now, or anytime at all? Please share in the comments below. I’m seriously open to opinions on the matter…
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