I was waiting for the release of the seventh book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for a long time. I was in my fourth semester when the sixth book was released. From then on, I’ve been waiting patiently for the twenty first of July of this year. I was very excited about this date, and was looking forward to the excitement and awe that the book would bring. A wave of expectation, of palpable tension, and of pure fun. 🙂
And the book kept its promise. As customary, I had my eyes glued to the book from the first page to the last. Time and daily ablutions took a back seat, for I was not where I was. My mind had drifted – to chart the stunning journey of Harry, Ron and Hermione to thwart Voldemort, to witness what they discover about their own past, and to mourn the deaths of so many good people.
This book by far is the gravest among all the others that Rowling has written till date. It fills in the glaring gaps that were formed by the previous book and explains many of the things that were not so clear in the earlier books. We learn a lot about Harry’s past, especially about his mother and his aunt. I didn’t have the foggiest of dreams that Grizenwald was so relevant even fifty years after his death. The saddest part of the book is when one learns about the death of so many characters. I suppose this was inevitable, but it is still hard to read about the death of a character that one had really liked. I dont want this post to be spoiler, and will therefore not name these characters. But they have my tributes and my affection, for they died fighting for what was right.
I have grown reading the Harry Potter books, and I adore them immensely. This series is all about the power of love – of how it gives people protection, feeds them with hope and helps them to resist evil, even in the most testing of times. The books also highlight friendship, and tell us why friends should mean more to us than any other wordly treasure that we can have. They also remind us that whoever we are, and whatever our level of intelligence or wealth, we must never forget who we really are, what brought us to where we are, and who sent us here in the first place.
A friend of mine told me recently that last book had a very naive ending, much like the usual dross that bollywood produces. I was told the book was nothing more than the droppings of a bull. I suppose this view is shared by quite a few. I have nothing but scorn for these people, for they seem to be complaining about the fact that good will always triumph over evil. I pity them, for they are incapable of either appreciating or enjoying what is good. They’d rather finish off every character in the book, and end it with agony and with misery. Is there something that these people do enjoy in life? They might offer the teeniest of smiles if Bellatrix Lestrange was somehow alive. But nothing more. They are blinkered and fettered by the limitations of having a saddist outlook on life.
I am so glad that I have read the series. I have thoroughly enjoyed every single line of each of the seven books. The power of forming a mental image of a world not present and not previously known or experienced – the power and resourcefulness of imagination is great. Tributes to Rowlling for writing these books and my deepest affection for Dumbledore, Harry, Hermione and Ron.
I could not but be drawn into this 🙂
Unrealistic oversimplification of outcomes is what bothers me (also known as destiny). The reason why I call this Bollywood-esque is that since good has to win over evil, good wins over evil just be virtue of being good. Anyone who has lived in this world outside of fairy tale castles knows that for good to win, good has to work hard for it, be more competent than evil be more shrewd. You don’t just arrive on the scene saying “I am the good guy” and evil disappears in a puff of smoke.
Sure, the Horcruxes got destroyed on their own did they? And Voldemort went away quietly on his own accord, did he? And what about the deaths of so many characters? If you’re calling this unrealistic ans surreal, I am sorry to bring to your unkind attention that you’re idea of realism is probably ten times more evil than the brutality of Voldemort.
**shakes his head**
anomalizer has a point…come on,rethink the plot for a while. For six books a reader has known Voldermort to be powerful,evil and merciless. And in the seventh book…all that trickles down to words and one unjustifiable battle..where he lamely drops down dead!Its mundane to think that its so easy to defeat evil…
there are other mistakes too. For one thing DD never wanted Harry to get the elder wand.He wanted the power to die with him.But he still thought it fit to tell hermy about the deathly hallows eh? and how was harry to ever defeat voldermort without that glorious wand (that was never intended for him?) hard work? think man …THINK!
Dumbledore was certain that it was only time before Voldy would get his hands on the Elder Wand. He did not want to take the wand, but he wanted him to know that Voldy would soon have it in his armour. And he wanted Hermione to find about this because her grey matter is slightly more seasoned than that of Potter.
Voldemort dropped dead ‘lamely’ ? Isn’t that overlooking the deaths of all the other characters? Tyrants and brutal evil mongerers always dig their own graves, they always plot their own downfall, and they display mad arrogance when they approach their death! So Voldy was not much different from the rest either.
There are important lessons from this book that I have learnt, and which you have supposedly overlooked!