Column Cecile Weekly - Harry Potter and the Purpose of Meaning - Read the whole column

I closed my copy of the book I’d waited for for so long. I’d just finished reading the last few pages. Now it was done and it was over.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; number seven, the last in the series. I had waited for it for what felt like entire centuries, but what in reality had been only two years, since the release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I had pondered on so many contemplations and theories.

Now everything was over. Of course I realise I still have the movies to look forward to, but still. In essence everything was over, because now I knew the truth. Now I knew what the Horcruxes had been. Now I knew whether Snape was evil or not. Now I knew the true meaning (and the outcome) of the Prophecy.

… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…

It occurred to me that reading the Harry Potter series and waiting for the new books to be published was probably the longest voluntary commitment I had ever made to anything. And I wasn’t the only one.

During the last few years I’ve met so many passionate fans and have been fascinated by observing the Potter-mania. It slowly but surely took shape of some sort of a sect or religion...

Read about the resemblance between Harry Potter fans & haters and religious people & atheists and/or terrorists. And tell me what you think!

Column Cecile Weekly - Harry Potter and the Purpose of Meaning - Read the whole column