Once upon a time there was another universe for children created by a woman who earned lots of money.
I grew up in that universe.It was an intrinsic part of my formative years, my puberty, my teenaged years and just as I'm about to leave my teenage behind, Harry ends.
About a year back, college was a big thing...couln't be seen as a Pottermaniac...wasn't quite cool. Those were things left behind.Like bikele khelte jawa and Dexter's Laboratory.Besides, I wasn't a fantasy-fiction addict-that is to say, that I had read a lot of the stuff but I was not completely into it. No such parallel world was mine, as was the world of Harry Potter. I couldn't imagine the psyche of a true LOTR fan.It just didn't include ME in that world. I was an outsider, not there sukhe dukhhe.
Harry Potter happened to me when I was in Class 6. 11 years old.And that was it. This series has been a phenomenon, a cult phenomenon.The prose is nothing fancy, elaborate but...
The characters?Flawed.But capable of much greatness.
I keep trying to analyse what makes these books so powerful, but tonight I can't do that. For I have just finished the Deathly Hallows.And my heart is quite constricted.Such is the magic they have wrought.
Not one for criticism, this.
Purely for magical purposes only.