July 17th, 2007 (02:53 pm)
mood: angry
music: popular - nada surf
I am fuming. I am spoiler free and trying to remain spoiler free so just don't talk about the book!
I was seven when the first book came out, and I remember getting it from the library that year, reading it and loving it. I've always loved books - my mum read to me and my sisters every night until I was about 11 and we all read the first Harry Potter together. Since then I've got every book on the day it's come out, and every time I've been a bit older and there's been more media hype etc. It's been a big deal - I remember where I've been every time I read it. I remember how I cried the day the third one was released because I hadn't finished it and so my mum let me miss my swimming lesson to do so and how I was at school when I got the fifth one and had to sit through double Biology with it right in front of me.
Now it's time for the last one and I'm seventeen. And the end of Harry Potter is somehow not just the end of Harry Potter, it's the end of my childhood - me and my friends are the original 'Harry Potter kids', British and the right age so somehow it's appropriate that it's finishing the year we turn 18. I've grown up with Harry Potter and although I'm excited about the final book, I'm also strangely sad. Never again will I talk about what I think is going to happen with my friends, or have a 'quiz' to see who knows the most about Harry Potter. This is the very last time I'll feel excited in the run up to a book.
So I haven't just waited two years for this, I've waited ten years. Ten years, and I've only lived seventeen! And I know how I want this to end. I want to go out, at midnight with my mum and my sisters, buy our copies of the book, return home and curl up on the sofa reading it, in the same place I read the last one. I don't want to know what happens in the book until I have it in my hand. I want to read it and say goodbye to these characters that have been a big part of my childhood at my own pace. Now, I don't expect everyone to get it - I realise it's silly to get so worked up about a work of fiction, but I do expect them to respect it and don't go spoiling it for some sick pleasure. It's a bit weird to get excited about upsetting people by the way, have you thought of therapy? Anyway, we have waited so long for this - don't spoil it out of spite.
ETA: On a lighter note: http://www.hpana.com/news.19749.html A helpline?! Seriously?