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...now i remember why i loved Harry Potter Labels: thoughts
nothing i could say can do justice to what i am feeling right now.
words are bursting to flow out my fingers, as i sit here typing these thoughts.
i just have to express my amazement and undying gratitude to the creator of the most enchanting and heart-wrenching story i have read.
i just finished re-reading Book Six...and even though i know the contents...i can hardly keep quiet about how wonderfully magnificent the series is...and since i know that no one will care to even listen to what i have to say, let alone share my sentiments, i am pouring out my thoughts into the bits of data that you are reading now.
amazing. spectacular. every word clenches my heart and drifts me off into the world of magic and wizardry. i feel as if a have been part of the journey, and feel empathy towards the characters, like i have known them, like they were real and have been a part of my life.
crazy talk, you say? yeah, you can call me what you want, i'm just voicing out thoughts that need to come out and cannot be ignored.
i love the book for it gives me a chance to fly off to some far-away land, a land that is familiar and that i hold close to my heart. i plunge into the depths of magic, misery, happiness and triumph, if only to escape my own world of dreariness and plainess.
i am forever grateful to Rowling for granting the world a dimension which once existed only in her mind, and is now captivating the hearts of many. i am sure that the story of The Boy Who Lived will be etched in my heart forever...
some may call the books cursed, evil and demonic...i call them jealous people who can't create a world of their own to share with the people and who resists to take in the magic the books offer.
it is a stroke of pure genius...a work of art, worthy of the eyes of the world...a masterpiece.
Philosophy dictates that something cannot be considered real and true if it does not exist in the real world, and does not pass both the inter and intra-subjectivity tests, which would make the thing fictional and unreal.
but i beg to disagree.
it left me with an emotion tears cannot express, laughter cannot show and words cannot give justice to...emotions race with every letter and every page...giving life to the world that now lives on in the hearts of those who read it,making it very real indeed,though not in the literal
(nor philosophical) sense.
i giggled when Harry started liking Ginny (and when he kissed her).
i laughed when i saw in my mind the image of a bouncing Malfoy ferret.
i trembled when Voldemort was raised from the dead.
i felt Harry's pain when he was forced to make Dumbledore drink the potion in the cave.
i cried when it was Dumbledore's funeral.
i loathed Snape for killing Dumbledore (i wanted to kill Snape myself..he should consider himself lucky that he isn't real, or he'd be dead by now.)
i admired Harry for his courage, because courage is, after all, not the lack of fear, but the judgement that something else was more important than fear.
i marveled at how friendship can endure even the toughest of times.
i smiled when Harry realized that there was, at least, one more peaceful, golden day to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.
yes, i am passionately immersed in a world brought to life by printed letters on a bunch of paper, and i do not know if anyone shares the same feeling and understands...but still...
i wipe the tears from my eyes...
i breathe in deep to savor the story i have just read...
i feel sorry that there is only one Book left in the series...but i am thrilled to read it all the same...
i can't wait for Book Seven. ^_^