Horcruxes, Hallows and Me

Have I mentioned that I love Harry Potter? Have I mentioned that Hermione Granger is a lot like myself? Have I mentioned that I will have to be placed on anti-depressants in about 2 weeks time?





The past ten years have been quite a ride and I am anxious yet excited, yet reluctant to see the journey end. J.K. Rowling will inhabit the same stage as some of the greatest writers in history but with a unique distinction. She has taken millions of children who do not lack entertainment (such as video games, sports, movies etc) and made each of them want to read, to want to go on this journey with Harry, Hermione and Ron, not because their teachers want them to but because they want to.





Most children pick up a book and the first thing they do is see how many pages it is; as if that is the destination and not what is in between page 1 and page 279. With Jo's books they are excited when they see it is over 800 pages long and even that's not enough. I always seem to be disappointed when I close the final page on a long awaited school year at Hogwarts not because I am disappointed in the book, far from it, I just wish I had more to read. I wish I could just keep going along for the ride. Now, with the arrival of the 7th and final school year, I won't be left wanting more and it is devastating quite frankly.





I think its amazing how publisher's label books. Harry Potter is found in the children's section. I find it amusing. My friends and I were having this conversation just the other day and we all agreed, tell me if you do too, that for a child to read this series at say 11 years old the thing that keeps them reading is the adventure and the whimsy, its almost a superficial kind of love. But there is so much more to it than that. There is politics and the media. There is strength and weakness. Family, what it is and who it consists of. Faith (blind or otherwise). Love of course. Hate must always be there as a contrast to love. Good vs. evil. In short Jo's series encompass everything that makes us human and allows us to see all aspects, all sides of this "war" if we want to.





I found myself feeling bad for Voldie the other day. Why would I do that you may ask? I think everything comes back to his mother (how Freudian I hear you say, but stay with me on this). He always perceived his mother as weak because she died after giving birth to him. His father therefore had to be the great man naturally. When Dumbledore visited Tom at the orphanage and informed him that he (Tom) was a wizard, young Tom assumed it was his father who was the wizard, his mother the weak muggle. Turned out to be quite the opposite. His mother chose to die, instead of living. Chose death instead of her son. How devastating that realization must have been. I may be giving Voldemort the credit of being more human than he ever really was but I can't help but feel bad for him. He then makes it his life's work to make sure he never dies (horcruxes and all). He hears of the prophecy regarding he and Harry/Neville (chooses Harry) and decides Harry must die at the ripe old age of 2. Fast forward to Godric's Hollow. James Potter is dead. Voldie is advancing on Lily and Harry and he witnesses what a mother would do for their child. He tells her she need not die ( for what reason I hope we find out in 7). She chooses to die in order to save her son and Voldemort's mother refused to live long enough to hold him, let alone love him. It's all very tragic if you think of it that way. I am not sure what I feel pity, sympathy, some twisted understanding. I guess in the end its all about choices, how we make them, the reasons we make them (selfish or selfless) and the aftermath.





::Sighs::





2 more weeks. In the meantime, in case you forgot, this is a knitting blog and I have started on one pair of Horcrux socks. I have a total of three pair to make in time for the midnight release party.


I've gotten to the heel flap. I am using size 2 dpn's and self- dyed yarn.