I have no idea how old you are in your fictional life, but I wish you blessings and warm tidings. You don’t look very happy in the picture above though…
I spent the day with you by the way (again! cue the eye-rolling of people who will not understand). Watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows movie 2 today with family. Yours is the ONLY movie franchise we watch together, and that’s saying something, as we are a dysfunctional lot and do not really like spending that much time together as a unit. Makes me even sadder that with the ultimate end of the telling of your life story in movie magic, comes the end of one excuse for genuine family bonding as well. I divert, but I guess that is part of the point I am making.
I’ve seen the movie three times, and if time and money permit that I see it a few more times, I am certain it will not grow old. Not just yet. The film was properly dark and subtle in places, properly dark and exciting where it matters. It will still beg patience of movie-goers who only rely on the films to follow your story, but that is a given, with two-inches thick of words to go through. I still lose it on that final scene of Severus Snape, and I do not stop crying until the credits roll, by which time even my Coke has gone salty with my tears. That last two images before the close–and I quote a fellow geek–were poignant.
This is turning out to be the saddest birthday greeting ever. Sorry! Happy birthday Harry Potter! And JK Rowling too!