July 15th, 2011


My childhood is over.

Just got back from the midnight screening of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2. I enjoyed it tremendously, don't get me wrong, but I'm also rather sad.

You see, I have quite literally grown up with Harry Potter. I read the first book at age 11 and waited dutifully for my letter, which never came, but for about a year I told myself it was just because the poor owls had to fly all the way across the Atlantic. And every year after that - except for the one year that skipped, I can't remember which - I had a new book to look forward to. A new adventure. And that was glorious.

Then the books were done, but the movies remained, so every opening night (or at least, every one I could make it to) I would buy my tickets, get to the theatre early, and spend a couple of hours reliving some of my favorite moments on the big screen. And there was always the next movie to look forward to, always another opening night full of costumes and excitement and the wonderful chills that come with the first iconic notes of Hedwig's theme, or the misty appearance of the Warner Bros symbol, creeping out of the darkness.

For ten years, there was always something new to look forward to from Harry Potter.

And now... it's done.

So forgive me for waxing nostalgic, but... yes, I'm a little sad. I just had to put that out there, as I'm sure there are plenty of others who feel exactly the same. And now for my little ranty-rant about the movie! Spoilers abound, obviously, so tread lightly. ;)

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And that's really all I can think of at the moment, but I'm going to see it again on Saturday (and hopefully - according to my friend - I'll be able to see the Dark Knight Rises trailer beforehand!) so I might notice more then.

For the moment I'm going to get some sleep. Good night, dear friends!