This morning I saw a photo online of the actors who played Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger in the Harry Potter movies. It was taken on their first day of filming and they looked so very young. The photo reminded me of how much I enjoyed reading the Harry Potter books.
I didn’t read them when they first came out, the fourth book was in print before I gave in to the nagging of a coworker who kept insisting they HAD to be read. So glad I finally caved in. The books were as spellbinding as the potions Rowling created. Each was read in less than a week and although I couldn’t wait to get to the end of each book, the end always came too soon. The most difficult part of reading the final two books in the series was the wait between printings.
I am still in awe of Rowling’s imagination. In awe of Rowling’s ability to construct a culture out of thin air, to dream up plausible spells, magical creatures, credible villains, vulnerable and brave child heroes, and a theme of good versus evil that slowly unravels across the pages of the series. Rowling writes convincingly as the stories follow the young heroes from children to teenagers, where black magic and situations become more intense as they mature.
Of course, I watched all the Harry Potter movies (more than once), and they did not disappoint, bringing to life Rowling’s story in the best possible way. The actors the casting director selected lived up to their descriptions in the books and carried the series well on their young shoulders.
As I write this, rereading the Harry Potter books from first to last sounds like a good idea even though I know the story well. The richness of Rowling’s writing is what calls me back.