I sit here about 10 pages from the end of my 3rd re-read of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, 2 days after my second watch of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince at the cinema. Undoubtedly I will buy the DVD, peruse the special features, sucking from the ever drying well of new anythings from the Harry Potter fandom, in a desperate will to continue my life as a Harry Potter fan, perhaps addict.
So I've been trying to figure out that plaguing question, why do I love it so much? The story, the universe created? The humour? The drama? The action? All of the above?
It makes so much sense that I should love HP (as it is affectionately known in my house). I started reading the books at about 10 or 11 and I grew up in Surrey, England, where the story starts and continues to return to. Theres so much to relate to in Harry's story and so much that one can wish for. The friendships, those familial-esque relationships that are nothing to do with blood or genetics. The prevailing power of love, the overwhelming defeat of hate.
But I think what gets me, undoubtedly, is the nature of Harry Potter's world. I mean, it looks exactly like mine. All the main components are there; cars, computers, but they are always rendered quite unnecessary. Harry doesn't need to search Google for info or drive to pick something up, because he can fly, because he's got a best friend with every answer. While Harry's life is no doubt difficult, with that whole destiny and all, but some stuff is downright convenient.
I suppose the simplicity inside every piece of literature, where the sum of all parts must fit together chronically well, has so much appeal. Just like in a movie, there is an inevitable end and every edited section follows another in some logical fashion. Is life in any way like that?
We'll see.
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