Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Shocking, I know. This never happens. But honestly, THE DEATHLY HALLOWS was a slog for me. If I wasn't reading it out loud to my son, I doubt I would have finished reading it at all. Did we really need to document every, single, painful moment spent in the flipping tent?
But HP7P2 made clear for me things that were not so clear (and way too long) in the book (i.e. Dumbledore in King's Cross Station). The showdowns between Minerva and Snape (the entire audience cheered) and Molly and Bellatrix (of course we cheered again!) were AWESOME. I think my favorite scenes were the ones with Neville. He literally stole the show when he was on screen. And excuse me, but when did he get so good looking? How does that sneak up on someone when we've watched him grow up on screen?
I took my son to the midnight opening because come on, IT'S THE LAST ONE. And what a blast to be caught up in the whole experience: being up late with a bunch of dressed up crazies to be part of this shared cultural phenomenon. My son was shocked that I didn't cry, even at the death scene of my favorite character. Maybe since I knew it was coming. Maybe it happened too fast. Maybe I just have no tears at 2 in the morning.
But I am sad that this is truly the end.
Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for an amazing series of books, movies and memories.
Posted by Sherrie Petersen