I just had the most exhausting night ever. It was emotionally exhausting and therefore physically exhausting as well. I didn't get to sleep until 8:30 this morning.
That's right. I spent the night reading the seventh Harry Potter book.
No joke.
If anyone has NOT read Harry Potter, I suggest you do so immediately so that you can read this book. Because it is the most fantastic book EVER. I started crying in the second chapter and didn't stop until the book was done. I know, I'm a loser. I don't CARE! IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!
It was everything that I thought it would be and more! Everything that I wished she'd do happened and yet there was always something more.
It was heartbreakingly sad. About halfway through I realized that I would never read a Harry Potter book for the first time ever again, and I didn't want to read it anymore. I wanted to preserve that moment where there was something unknown and something new to learn about the books that I've grown to adore over the past six years.
The book was also ridiculously heartbreaking in itself. Why did she have to kill so many characters who I loved and were so amazing? The second death that happened in the book shocked me. How could she kill something so innocent? I just burst into tears and sat there crying for a good five minutes. Little did I know that this was just the first of many of those outbursts to come, because JK Rowling was relentless in her quest of killing off innocent characters.
The night was one of those ones where you cry because you're so ridiculously happy and yet your heart is breaking at the same time. I know it's just a book. But these are characters that you've seen grow over the past ten years and you somehow feel like they are a part of you. Unless you TRULY appreciate Harry Potter you will not understand what I'm saying and think I'm an idiot/loser. But I'm not. And you just can't understand.
The book is one of those ones that I cannot read in public because people will wonder why the crazy girl is crying while reading a children's story. But it's not a children's story. It's SO much more than that. The struggle between good and evil, your friends being there for you, having faith, fighting for the ones you love, giving everything for people you don't even know. There is so much that we could learn from these books and we don't even know it.
Too bad I think I'm a muggle. Ah well. At least I've got the books.
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I can't WAIT to read it. I totally understand, after the last one I almost died of sorrow, so I'll probably pass out or something if this one is even more sad. Oh geez...
Yeah I understand how you feel. The thing about Harry Potter is that it wasnt just a book or a story. It was, a place, an universe that was magical and beautiful. But i have realized that those people who came to love Harry Potter where persons who somehow felt that this world lacked something. Persons whose soul cherished harry potter becouse it represented a possibility to live -when reading- someplace where there are such a thing as magic, real friends, heroes, adventures, and more. Can I ask you a question.. do you feel alone sometimes?, do you feel that something is amiss?,do you feel that there is something else something more? do you sometimes ask yourself; why isn there magic?, why cant people fly?, why is this world so "real"
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