Now that I have emerged from the magical world of Harry Potter, I am about to wax philosophical.
(Anyone surprised?)
( Show of hands? )
There is something energizing that happens when you realize you are reading the same book as a million other people. It magnifies the experience in a very pleasant way to tell the truth. Like belonging to an incredibly ginormous book club.
I did my fair share of blubbering throughout the final book. And I will always find J.K. Rowlings wizarding world enchanting. But I will never call her a great writer. She sets my reading teeth on edge. And you can feel her in the pages, which creates a very annoying distraction from the story. She is not the best at character development and I must say that to have written a seven book series and not learn how to tell the story in ANY other way than have Harry do it, is just plain silly. Someone needs to introduce her to the phrase, 'Meanwhile, back at the ranch... '
But Igripe, digress.
The one thing that divides her magical world from my own is that the highest power in her's is Love. A worthy emotion and motivation to be sure. But there are times we need much, much more than that to see us through the difficulties in life. That is why I cried my eyes out when I saw 'The Chronicles of Narnia' at the theater as opposed to just having cracking good time at a Harry Potter movie.
However......
(Oh the pompous drivel we have to endure......)
However.
The excitement that I do share with fans of the books, is the sense of the magical. Human beings, no matter if we are religious or secular cannot help but have the feeling. . . no, the knowledge, that there is something beyond this mundane,visible, all too real world we live in. We just KNOW there is some realm just beyond our ken. A place where anything might happen. Oh there are Muggles in our own really real world who pretend that they don't believe in fairies. But I never believe them. I refer you to the old saying, 'There are no atheists in foxholes'.
Anyway, this knowing we have, is the universal nerve that old J.K. played upon so well.
That nerve in my own soul is so finely strung, that I will listen to anyone who wants to play a tune on it. Even if I have to pick the 'flies in the ointment' out of my teeth to do it.
So, " Hear! Hear!" for Harry.
And a nod to J.K. Rowling for the wild ride through Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Now would somebody please pass me my toothpick?
(She's mental that one.....)
(Anyone surprised?)
( Show of hands? )
There is something energizing that happens when you realize you are reading the same book as a million other people. It magnifies the experience in a very pleasant way to tell the truth. Like belonging to an incredibly ginormous book club.
I did my fair share of blubbering throughout the final book. And I will always find J.K. Rowlings wizarding world enchanting. But I will never call her a great writer. She sets my reading teeth on edge. And you can feel her in the pages, which creates a very annoying distraction from the story. She is not the best at character development and I must say that to have written a seven book series and not learn how to tell the story in ANY other way than have Harry do it, is just plain silly. Someone needs to introduce her to the phrase, 'Meanwhile, back at the ranch... '
But I
The one thing that divides her magical world from my own is that the highest power in her's is Love. A worthy emotion and motivation to be sure. But there are times we need much, much more than that to see us through the difficulties in life. That is why I cried my eyes out when I saw 'The Chronicles of Narnia' at the theater as opposed to just having cracking good time at a Harry Potter movie.
However......
(Oh the pompous drivel we have to endure......)
However.
The excitement that I do share with fans of the books, is the sense of the magical. Human beings, no matter if we are religious or secular cannot help but have the feeling. . . no, the knowledge, that there is something beyond this mundane,visible, all too real world we live in. We just KNOW there is some realm just beyond our ken. A place where anything might happen. Oh there are Muggles in our own really real world who pretend that they don't believe in fairies. But I never believe them. I refer you to the old saying, 'There are no atheists in foxholes'.
Anyway, this knowing we have, is the universal nerve that old J.K. played upon so well.
That nerve in my own soul is so finely strung, that I will listen to anyone who wants to play a tune on it. Even if I have to pick the 'flies in the ointment' out of my teeth to do it.
So, " Hear! Hear!" for Harry.
And a nod to J.K. Rowling for the wild ride through Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Now would somebody please pass me my toothpick?
(She's mental that one.....)