Arthur A. Levine Books
At the stroke of midnight, July 21, a tiny piece of me died.
After nearly 10 years, more than 3,000 pages and hundreds of hours discussing theories with fellow geeks, the final installment of J.K. Rowling’s celebrated series, “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,” was in my hands.
The first thing to strike any Potter fan reading “Deathly Hallows” is the keen realization that Rowling was having as hard of a time saying goodbye to Harry’s world as the rest of us. The novel is full of reminiscing, with poignant scenes that bring the series full circle and make the reader acutely aware of how far the story has come.
“Deathly Hallows” follows Harry on the inevitable spiral toward the final showdown with Lord Voldemort, an ending that has been set up since the very beginning.
The book begins with a bang (and a death) and doesn’t let up the pace until the final page (and another death). The story is peppered with beloved and despised characters from throughout the series.
Although as the final chapters come to a close, the feeling is optimistic, the work as a whole feels bleak, dark and often times hopeless. It is, like each of its companions, a story of how the underestimated can rise against the overconfident, and Rowling works the theme masterfully.
Although, to me, the book and series ended exactly as it should, my AHP life seems somehow less magical.
“Jenny Coon Peterson