I went to see the first part of the final installment of Harry Potter this weekend and boy did it make me sad... It was wonderful but so heartbreaking and hard to watch sometimes. You'd have to understand me (and I guess half of the world that has fallen in love with the books as well), but I fall way too easily into things. Reading those books and watching the movies consumes me and it all feels so real. Needless to say, it put me into a funk the rest of the weekend and all I really want is to get the very last one over with. Of course, part of me also wishes I could start the books from the very beginning as if I was reading them for the very first time, to experience all that new magic again and not be able to put the books down because I had no clue what was going to happen and I just had to know...
It's all come so far and it makes me sad that in only a few short months it will be completely over with. It's been such a big part of my life, I can remember where I was and what I was doing, what monumental moment was going on in my own life as each movie and each book came out.
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Awh I know what you mean. It was so exciting reading those books for the first time!
I am currently re-reading the Deathly Hallows to have it fresh in my mind when I go to watch the film!
xx
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