Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was a book that I had not intended to re-read. It’s not that I thought negatively of it (hardly the case). It’s just that I simply lost interest in the series. Personally, it’s hard for me to sustain and maintain a fervent interest for a series once it has finished. There are no more books to look forward to, no novelty to feed the hunger of curiosity. When Harry Potter concluded, I simply accepted the end of a wonderful series, and moved on. I still thought fondly of the story from time to time, but it was no longer an active interest. New books caught my attention, new TV shows and period dramas distracted me when I should have been concentrating on other things (like working that short story that I had been saying that I would write since January). Life went on.
Enter my roommate, whom I shall fondly refer to as HRH. Long story short, she inadvertently re-introduced me to the series, which led me to re-read Deathly Hallows, which led me to remember all the fond memories I had associated with the series, and why I fell in love with it in the first place.
As silly as this sounds, I think it’s appropriate that my return to Harry Potter began at the end. Deathly Hallows, I realized, is such a nostalgic book. Not only does it conclude an amazing and wonderful series that was such a significant fixture of my adolescence, it looks back at seven (book) years of memories, both good and bad, that are remembered and cherished by Harry, Ron, Hermione, and all the other characters. And often, the references to previous events in previous books are subtle, off-hand, as if Rowling had intended them to be a sort of inside joke, a sly wink, a secret little present for readers who have, as she put it, “stuck with Harry until the very end.” To have come to the end, and to all this remembering, after three years of forgetting was pretty darn poignant. I think I felt more overwhelmed by the profound mixture of sadness and gladness this time around, than I did when I first finished the book, and closed the covers with a loaded sigh.
I wish I could be more specific, and present to you guys a more detailed idea of how I reacted to the book — and some actual quotes and excerpts from the book, hellooo — but this was one of the books that got away with not being, er, “tracked” by my reading journal. I’ll remember to faithfully journal on my next re-read. But in the meantime, all I have to offer is … the above paragraph. Haha.
I’m quite sure that I’m not the only Harry Potter fan out there, much more in my social circle, so please speak up and leave comments! What were your reactions to the book, the closing of the series? How did you feel when you finished the book for the first time?