Here I sit, at 2:15am, finishing up The Deathly Hallows, crying my eyes out.
This time around, I'm noticing different people. Lupin and Tonks break my heart, and I do believe that Neville Longbottom is my new hero. It's just all so real and terrible and wonderful. J.K. Rowling is truly an amazing writer. By this book, it is not at all a children's book, and young kids surely should stay away from the movies when they come out.
What's extra heart-breaking is how we've seen these characters on screen for almost 10 years, so it's as if we really know them. With Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint in my mind, I think back on Harry & Ron's first year and how little they were and just want to...I don't know. It's almost as if they are really kids I know and in my care and I don't want them to go through all of this.
Hopefully this braiding of fiction and reality will settle down again before November, or the movies are going to be very difficult to watch. I'm definitely going into the last one with a box of kleenex, though.
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