I need to get something off my chest, something that’s really weighing me down: I’m a hypocritical Harry-hater.
Or at least I was. Until I bothered to get all “Bereany,” and actually, you know, read Ms. Rowling’s books for myself.
I mean, there I was, book nerd, lifelong Science Fiction and Fantasy fan, gulping down Tolkien, and hating Harry.
Yes, that’s right, I was a camel-swallowing gnat-strainer. I was down with Mirkwood–but not the Forbidden Forest.
I bought into the Evangelical pablum that Harry was “teh evils.”
But as I said, I began to look into these things myself, and with the help of great books like John Granger’s Looking For God In Harry Potter, I began to read there a different incantation. Appreciate the timeless, even Christian, themes.
I was down with Harry!
However, my “conversion” thus complete, I need to tell you something:
I never read any of Rowling’s books until Deathly Hallows was out.
Thus, though I acted like I was down with Harry, in reality I’d never yet tasted one of Bertie Bott’s beans, not taken sip one of butterbeer.
I was a Harry virgin trying to be hip.
Thus perpetuating my hypocrisy!
Please forgive me.
Are you down with Harry, or not? Are you going to see the last film (which is out at midnight)?