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Rowling’s woman, through and through

Part of my job entails the perpetuation and maintenance of a Twitter feed that includes a number of literary news organizations/websites/et al.  As such, it was a bit hard to avoid talk of the final Harry Potter movie today (as if I wasn’t thinking of it already; my roommates and I ordered our tickets for a 10:30 showing tonight).  Furthermore as such –– is that a phrase people use? –– I have been dealing all day with a terrible premonition that I will cry in the theater.  Like with many things, I have A Lot of Feelings with regard to the final installment of the Harry Potter franchise.

My first real introduction to JKR and her oeuvre occurred on the first day of sixth grade, when I walked into my language arts class to discover 10 out of my 12 classmates were reading either The Sorcerer’s Stone, Chamber of Secrets or Prisoner of Azkaban, and my reaction was more or less this: “Criminy!  Who the hell is Harry Potter?  Is this, like, a thing now?”  My best friend at the time confirmed that it was, indeed, a thing now and foisted her copy of Sorcerer’s Stone upon me.  Needless to say, by the end of the week I was in thrall.

Very many things since then have changed in our lives and the world at large, as you may have noticed.

When Harry Potter first came on my radar, Bill Clinton was President of the United States.  9/11 hadn’t happened.  I was five feet zero inches tall and wore the same dress size I do now.  I had an entirely different set of friends (in fact, I would not grow up to retain even one of the close friends I had in September of 1999).  I wore bellbottoms with a broken zipper because the flared pantlegs were the widest I could find.  Y2k loomed; my parents stockpiled Poland Springs and soup cans in the basement.  Sometimes, I thought about asphxiating myself.  Meeting Harry and getting to watch him get away from the Dursleys was kind of the best thing to happen all year.  Hogwarts was the best thing all year.  I mean, my God!  HOGWARTS!  If only, amirite?

Detractors of Harry Potter will say it’s poorly written, will point to the abundance of adverbs Ms. Rowling employs.  Yes, okay, there’s a lot of adverbs there (an influence, I admit, that has appeared in my own writing in the past).  Fine.  Others might say it’s for children, with the emphasis on child, or might imply in some other way that a predilection for dressing in Gryffindor colors or expressing excitement for a midnight premiere makes one less of a worthy human being.  Believing in magic is for babies, is what they mean, and You Are Not a Baby Anymore.  It’s true, I’m not.  I’m twenty-three years old.  But at the time I met Harry Potter, I was eleven!  I needed to believe in the possibility of magic even as I knew that Hogwarts did not exist, would never exist.  Harry Potter could be my stand-in and dear friend in a way other literary characters weren’t, for whatever reason (see: Frodo).  If Harry went to Hogwarts, I went to Hogwarts.  If he learned how to lull three-headed dogs to sleep and rescue wrongly-convicted Byronic heroes and fight Voldemort, I learned how to lull three-headed dogs to sleep and rescue wrongly-convicted Byronic heroes and fight Voldemort.  When he discovered a monster built of feelings living inside his chest, I knew what he meant.  And he could be whiny on occasion, yes, or self-righteous, or obnoxiously martyristic, but so could I.  (So am I, actually.  Let’s be honest here.)  Harry and crew were my friends, y’know?  I’d take on a lesser Death Eater for them.  I’d box old Avery right in the ears.

So, yeah, anyway –– I am fairly certain I will bawl like Draco Malfoy in Book Six by the time the end credits roll tonight.  I feel both excitement and dread.

[ETA: I did not cry.  My roommate did, though.]

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Stuff Heather Thinks is Super Great

Someone made a family of homeless Sims in The Sims 3.  Then that person documented the Sims’ lives in a blog. Even as a Sims fan, I didn’t expect much from this blog aside from personal amusement –– but the two characters and their problems are actually quite affecting/heartbreaking.  There’s also a page devoted to information about and links to various charity orgs, if you’re inclined to donate.

“That Was the Worst Christmas Ever!” by Sufjan Stevens. Not only do I work at two different retail stores, but the project I’m working on for NaNoWriMo is set at Christmastime, which effectively requires me to listen to holiday music every hour of the day.*  When I can’t take the jollity anymore, I click on this song.  It’s quiet and spookily depressing and oddly, cheers me up quite a bit.

GRAEME TAYLOR! Obvs.

I’m sure you’ve all heard about this but: Baz Luhrmann’s making an adaptation of Gatsby starring Carey Mulligan as Daisy. Giving me exactly one reason to like Daisy. (#daisybuchananistheworst)

And now for the obligatory Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows coverage:

Autostraddle wrote a piece about Harry Potter, and Rachel helped! Harry Potter, I am not a lesbian, but I love you too.  I love you enough that in seventh grade, when my best friend went as Hermione Granger for Halloween –– thus making it impossible, in the unspoken rules of our friendship, for me to go as Hermione Granger –– I went as a female Harry Potter, though every adult handing out candy in the local community seemed to find it weird.  I love you so much that the following year, I won an official Sorcerer’s Stone film poster because I was the only kid in Mr. [Redacted]’s four English classes to get a perfect score on a Harry Potter trivia quiz.

Merlin’s pants, the first installment of Deathly Hallows is a great movie. The Doctor and I went to Thursday’s midnight showing and agreed it’s our favorite of the films.  Admittedly, I have a history of declaring each HP movie (as well as each HP book) my favorite as soon as it opens; however, this one avoids the problem I generally have with HP movies, which is that I love it until the last ten minutes, when the filmmakers inevitably leave out something mega important.  (Dumbledore’s funeral comes to mind.)  But Deathly Hallows Part 1, but virtue of being part 1, ends partway through the book!  So the writers don’t cut out any important information!  Also, Rupert Grint got hot.  Which leads me to

Ron Weasley. If I had one unattainable dream in middle school, it was that Hogwarts was a real school and McGonagall had just handed my acceptance letter to an owl.  If I had a second unattainable dream, it was that Ron Weasley was a real person who would leave Hermione to Krum because he had met me.  Oh, be still my heart.

*When I write, I feel like I have to put on music thematically appropriate for the story.  For NaNo, I’ve been playing a lot of holiday stuff, crappy pop music, and Tegan & Sara.

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