EDITOR’S BLOG —
I’ve just emerged from three days curled up with the latest (and greatest ) Harry Potter book, The Deathly Hallows. This final chapter of the seven-book epic delivers a masterpiece of plot and emotion. I’m not generally a reader of fiction. Next to my bedside usually stands a small stack of non-fiction books. The exception is any summer weekend when a new Potter book is released. At our home, my son and daughter and I compete for possession of the heavy tome in a rush to become enthralled by the latest harrowing escapade of the magical wizard and his crew. This final book does not disappoint…
Every chapter of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, it seemed, wrenched the heart, and then lurched the reader around another corner in a roller coaster ride that squeezed the senses with joy and sweetness. I often laughed out loud, cheered and screamed, and pumped the air with the devilish delight that is delivered by pure surprise. I left piles of crumpled tissues in my wake.
I invite all adults and kids to embark on the series from the beginning (and not to see the corresponding movie without reading the original). If you are a commuter you might want to acquire the CDs from the series to play on your way to work.
Author J. K. Rowling has created such endearing characters and compelling stories that she actually deserves the hoopla and hype of midnight release parties — as well as our thanks for turning on many young people to the joys of reading a good story. Our family had great fun reading several of the books out loud, passing the heavy volumes between us while brandishing Scottish accents as Hagrid and dripping dramatic sarcasm as Snape.
Cristina, my summer intern, told me she just received the first book of the series from a college pal who invited her to jump in and experience the fun from beginning to end. Her friends all loved the recent — and sadly — final book.
On the bright side, now I can get back to work…