So I’m reading the last part of the harry potter series. (No, I’m not re-reading it. I was never really interested in books about ‘magic’ or anything unreal. But when my best friend realised I had never read harry potter, she took it as a personal offence. And made it her goal to make sure I read it. I’m glad she succeeded in her quest.)
When I reached the ending of the first part, I realised its not merely about some stupid magic. It’s about courage. About doing the right thing, however challenging it is. About love. About loss and how people cope with it. About how important and rewarding loyalty is. And lastly about how strong the power of friendship is. (I find friendship is always underrated when we talk about ‘love’ but this book gave it the importance it deserves.)
It taught me so much about life. About how everything isn’t ideal. Everything isn’t rosy. But you can still enjoy the less than ideal situation if you’ve got the right attitude.
No, the book isn’t just about magic. It’s so much more. I wish I had read the book earlier in my life. I have a feeling I would have become a better person than I am now. But I’m glad I have a friend who forces me to do things I don’t want to.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Neville and Luna lovegood are now my friends too. Molly weasely feels like my own mom. And Lupin, my ex-defence against the dark arts teacher. I’m reading the last book too slowly. I really don’t want it to end.