Imago Dei

It’s a bittersweet ending. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows exceeded my expectations. It was an incredible ending to an incredible series. But it’s the ending and something in me doesn’t want to let go. For nearly the last decade, Harry Potter and his friends have been a part of my life. They’ve been my friends. One person I read today rightly said that the reason we read Harry Potter is the escapism of it, and I’m just not ready to stop. The anticipation of this last book was like the anticipation of seeing a loved one you hadn’t seen in awhile. I nearly didn’t want to finish reading the book because I knew that was it. There will be no more Harry Potter. But I did finish. And I’m so glad I did.

Things I loved:

We finally learned the truth about everything: Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, the reason behind it all.

Harry and Ginny.

Neville and Luna. And Neville… wow! What a change! It was awesome.

Harry saved Draco’s life. Twice.

Seeing a much more human side to Snape.

Things I didn’t love:

Fred. Dobby. Lupin. Tonks. Moody. You know what I’m talking about.

Draco’s cowardice.

I may think of more when I reread it, but there really wasn’t much in it that I didn’t love. It was brilliant - even the horrifying parts. Some people say that although they love these books, they aren’t well written. I wholeheartedly disagree. Nothing that was mediocre could draw in this many fans and keep them around for nearly a decade.

Thank you, J.K. Rowling.

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