I haven't had a good excuse to read Harry Potter in god knows how long. I had started the Night Circus, but perhaps it wasn't the right time for me for the novel's resonance was more or less existent. But there was my old copy of sorcerer's stone in my closet and I thought, what the hell. I'm glad I thought that.
Teaching children right and wrong is not nearly as easy as it sounds. We spend a great deal of our adulthood trying to convince children that the world is black and white, and that there is a yes and no to every question. We ought to give ourselves a time out for spreading such BS. Children are smarter than that. Thankfully a series like Harry Potter knew that.
Under the guise of a cute children's book to pass the time, the series took on a life of its own throwing it's readers into the middle of some pretty heavy shit. One book we're all cute and sneaking through corridors, then the next few books in, we're thrust into the middle of a life and death war. People we love are gone, the world shatters, and tragedy strikes without any warning. The world is no longer black and white. The films themselves practically become grayer sequel by sequel.
But as dark and depressing as the world of Harry Potter becomes, it is not without it's optimism. Dumbledore's Army is nothing but a few students breaking the rules yet look at what they accomplish. A being whose very name is feared is publicly destroyed by a child. Sticking with the darkness does prompt it's rewards.
Above all the series not only enforces the fact that the world is an unsafe place, but it two-fold enforces the fact that it doesn't mean we cannot overcome it's darkness. Hang in there kitty!
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