4 May 2012
I just re-read Half Blood Prince, my favourite book in the Harry Potter series. Just in case you didn't know because you've been living under a rock, I am a die-hard Harry Potter fan. There was something a bit different about what happened today.
I'm not quite sure why, but the book made me very emotional. Perhaps it was the theme of death that rings so prominently in the pages that tugged at my heart strings. Or the overwhelming sense of sadness I get when I realise that the films and books are finally over. Or the emotional attachment I have to the series as a whole, seeing as they are practically my childhood.
But something hit me, and it just caused me to stop and think. It's exceptionally hard to explain why I felt this way, because the passion I feel about these books is so strong, it is almost unique. The words on those pages seemed to suddenly make sense to me, like I'd only just properly read the book. I found myself rediscovering the chapters from a new perspective, this time not just as someone who felt empathy for Harry, but as someone who knew exactly what he was going through.
Opuss № I