Today, I read on Perez Hilton that someone has put the whole manuscript for The Deathly Hallows on the Internet. Four days ahead of the book being published. Luckily, being a fan, Hilton didn't link to it. I breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since the announcement that the last book in the series would be released I have been struggling with mixed feelings.
I am just not ready to read the last book yet.
I don't know if I am still harbouring bad feelings because J.K. Rowling gutted me so bad by killing off Sirrius Black, one of my favorite characters. Or if it is the fact that she seems to have set up Severus Snape, another favorite, to be the fall guy. Having him kill off what is essentially the Yoda of the series. The long and short of it is: I just don't trust her anymore.
She is taking me places I am not comfortable with. There are no rules that seem to govern her story lines. Unlike Hollywood movies there is no guarantee of a happy ending, or even in this case, a less bloodless one than I think she has planned. And that makes me nervous. She is like a mad scientist researching Pavlov's dog syndrome, only on her readers. I imagine her stoking her hairless cat and wondering aloud, 'I wounder how much more they will take'. Then laughing maniacally.
But ultimately when I dig deep, and I don't like to dig deep without my counsellor close, I just am not ready to say good bye. I WANT to know what is going to happen, but I am not sure I am ready to say good-bye to characters I have loved for so many years. I know Saint Augustine said, 'it is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all,' but I am not sure he had J.K. Rowling in mind when he said it.
I am just not ready to read the last book yet.
I don't know if I am still harbouring bad feelings because J.K. Rowling gutted me so bad by killing off Sirrius Black, one of my favorite characters. Or if it is the fact that she seems to have set up Severus Snape, another favorite, to be the fall guy. Having him kill off what is essentially the Yoda of the series. The long and short of it is: I just don't trust her anymore.
She is taking me places I am not comfortable with. There are no rules that seem to govern her story lines. Unlike Hollywood movies there is no guarantee of a happy ending, or even in this case, a less bloodless one than I think she has planned. And that makes me nervous. She is like a mad scientist researching Pavlov's dog syndrome, only on her readers. I imagine her stoking her hairless cat and wondering aloud, 'I wounder how much more they will take'. Then laughing maniacally.
But ultimately when I dig deep, and I don't like to dig deep without my counsellor close, I just am not ready to say good bye. I WANT to know what is going to happen, but I am not sure I am ready to say good-bye to characters I have loved for so many years. I know Saint Augustine said, 'it is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all,' but I am not sure he had J.K. Rowling in mind when he said it.
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