Thoughts about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

21w4m4r4wkl_aa_sl160_.jpgI think the beauty of good fiction is often in its ability to transform the fantastic into a relevant and meaningful story and message to anyone willing to consider the possibility. With that said, here’s a quote from the latest Harry Potter. I don’t think it spoils anything; but it’s a great quote that mirrors feelings I’ve had in real life

It’s a curious thing Harry, but perhaps those best suited for power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own great surprise that they wear it well.

I couldn’t agree more.

More thoughts (including spoilers) hidden under the cloak of invisibility (or by clicking the more link below)

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As I sat on the train today reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I felt embarrassed. No, not because I was reading what many refer to as a “child’s” book, but because I’m sure my fellow riders would be thinking “He’s been reading that book for 4 weeks now!”. For all of you non-readers, you may think it’s silly, but the readers know who else is reading. We read the book feverishly and unabashedly; except for this time. I did not want this book to end the closer I got to the end, and as it drew to a close, through my enjoyment I felt a little sad. At 38 years of age, I have never read a series of books until now. Never become so familiar with characters on the page, as I had become with these characters.

The book is a great read. It gives the proper weight to the seriousness of the proceedings this time around.

So now that I have finished, I can now return from my self-imposed blog reading exile. Back to reading the blogs of Cyn, Merujo, and Susan. Hell, I haven’t even read my fiancé’s blog.

I hope my fellow bloggers welcome me back.

My cone of silence

Theoretically I will be receiving my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on Saturday at which point I will not be reading blogs or news stories until I finish. Of course this might take some time, but it’s a necessary evil since it seems as if the whole world is out to spoil it for me.

Title released for Harry Potter VII

If you go to J.K. Rowling’s website, there’s a puzzle that leads to the title of the next Harry Potter book.

Use the following instructions (from the AP):

If you go to, click on the eraser and you will be taken to a room – you’ll see a window, a door and a mirror.

In the mirror, you’ll see a hallway. Click on the farthest doorknob and look for the Christmas tree. They click on the center of the door next to the mirror and a wreath appears. Then click on the top of the mirror and you’ll see a garland.

Look for a cobweb next to the door. Click on it, and it will disappear. Now, look at the chimes in the window. Click on the second chime to the right, and hold it down. The chime will turn into the key, which opens the door. Click on the wrapped gift behind the door, then click on it again and figure out the title yourself by playing a game of hangman.

Of course I’ll list the new title – just click the “more” link

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Home for the holidays

I had to wonder why every year I seem to like New Year’s Eve more than Christmas and last night I figured out why – New Year’s Eve is for friends and Christmas is for family. As much as I beat myself up for not spending enough time with them, last night I was reminded why that is.

Last night I decided to visit my parents house because it was the last day that my brother and his family would be in town – I see them once every couple of years or so, so it was the polite thing to do. The TV was on and so began the search for something that everyone could watch – not too violent, not too sappy, etc. It seemed we struck gold when the 3rd installment of Harry Potter was beginning. At this point my jesus-freak half-brother stated that Harry Potter is what’s wrong with this country. My brother is sort of like the father from Douglas Coupland’s book Hey Nostradamus!, claustrophobically devout. He believes that Harry Potter and its “devil worship” is the bible to too many kids. To the defense of the rest of my family, we all argued against him commenting on the many evils this world has endured in the name of some god. How many clan members put the hood over their head with one hand because they have a bible in the other?

Any way, the argument quieted down when my brother provided the next nugget of wisdom: the other problem with this country are the gays. For me, all of the mirth and frivolity of the holiday weekend came to an abrupt end. No sense arguing with this level of close-mindedness.

No matter how much you love your family, you didn’t choose them. At times it becomes hard to believe that you could even be related. No better support for the argument that we are as much a product of our peers as our family.

Either that or my brother was simply born an ass. Either way I’m glad the long holiday weekend is over.