
I have to admit the story of the wizard boy has captivated me, but the reason why this came to happen still remains a mystery, even to myself.
As an avid reader from an early age, I’ve enjoyed many far more remarkable books, more original, with brilliant plots or memorable characters but, for some mysterious reason, JK Rowling and her fantastic world has kept me, as well as thousands of children and adults all over the world, under a spell for years.
Why?
Perhaps the reason is quite obvious and simple: it’s magic.
This story has a sort of charm that has ensnared us readers in such a way that I can only attribute it to magic. The wizard boy has cast a spell on us, poor muggles, and we are just bewitched.
Not even the mightiest wizard or witch could tell us the right ingredients to brew a potion for literary success but Jo managed to hit the nail on the head and keep her readers entranced for so long that now that the story is over we feel somewhat bereft.
I can only be puzzled when I remember how this passion for her magic world started in me, how it developed and kept increasing and increasing until I closed the last volume of the series with a bittersweet taste.
I bought the first Harry Potter book, HP and the Philosopher’s Stone, as a present for my niece but she didn’t like it much and didn’t finish it at the time, so several years passed by until someone read it.
I can’t remember why but one day I borrowed the book and started reading it to my son every night before he went to sleep. He liked it so much that I ended up reading the whole book aloud for him. I didn’t think there was anything special about the story but my child seemed to enjoy it , so , when the second volume was released , I bought it for him. I have to say I didn’t like HP and the Chamber of Secrets all that much either.
The third book, HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban, was something altogether different. I was hooked from the first chapters and I soon noticed that I was no longer reading only for my child’s pleasure, but for my own as well.
If I had to choose my favourite book in the series it would be either HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban or HP and the Half-Blood Prince, because both of them kept me glued to the pages and wanting more when they ended.
As for the last volume of the series, HP and the Deathly Hallows, I have to say that I opened it with so much anticipation, so eager to devour the pages as I hadn’t done for a really long time. Once I started reading, I couldn’t put it down. It was fast-paced and thrilling, with a clever plot full of twists and turns and it was also moving and haunting at times, so what else could you ask for?
Well, I must admit I expected more. Maybe I hoped, against all odds, that the series could last for ever or perhaps the fascinating discovery of how complex some of her characters truly were sparked a sort of hunger in me that the last book was unable to appease.
I guess JK Rowling could not deal with the complexity of these characters more thoroughly because Harry Potter is, in the fist place, a children’s story and therefore it may dive into some adult issues but it can’t reach certain depths.
However, I can’t complain ; on the contrary, I should be most grateful to Ms Rowling, for she has created a whole fantastic universe and has gifted us with a reading experience we will always treasure and a good number of compelling characters, some of which are so endearing and others so loathsome that we will never forget them.
I have one more reason to thank Jo for, she has helped my son develop a passion for books that will be a part of him for his whole life. After all, as every reader knows well, once this passion catches you in its magic web, you are trapped for ever.