The blogosphere will undoubtedly be inundated with Harry Potter farewells, and I want to add my own bit.
I enjoyed the company of some other Potter-philes over the weekend and we gushed together--about late nights under lamps and in theaters. We credited J.K. for being honest about evil, for giving us a Hermione, and for making glasses sexy. We've been spoiled by Dumbledore's wisdom, by Dobby's loyalty, by Snape's conflict. We learned friendship, goodness, bravery, and love.
We saluted our childhoods, at a late 22, and swore that we would convert our own children to reading and to adventuring. It's been a fourteen-year fantasy that at times seemed more real than real life. It is a world that has meant the world--and I'm only just realizing that.
I lost it watching this, from the London premiere.