If you read the first part of this article, you might have been miffed that I had only stated four reasons. (Here is the link in case you haven’t read the first half of this). Surely, something as amazing as HARRY POTTER deserves far, far more; there are innumerable reasons that made us fall in love with this franchise, reasons that range from those that the world can relate to and those that are utterly personal.
Here’s bringing you four more reasons why so many of us are still an ardent devotee of these novels, making eight reasons in all – one for each year we have spent since 2007, deprived of Harry’s adventures and revisiting the same books that have begun to feel like home.
It is still difficult to wrap one’s head around the immensity and complexity of this book series (supposedly for CHILDREN, by the way). The individual plotlines of each book weave together, with tiny and seemingly unimportant tidbits from previous novels suddenly gaining prominence in later storylines, to form a perfect and intricate mesh with all its loose ends tied together into a neat little bow at the end.
No question is left unanswered – from what Dumbledore sees in the Mirror of Erised to who the blue eye belongs to – your curiosity is completely sated. Introducing ‘the deathly hallows’ as the final installment was a stroke of genius on J.K.R.’s part, detailing a concept like a wand ownership and using both these devices to bring the series to an utterly satisfying end.
6. Moments that make us laugh, cry, and rage – that make us FEEL.
The best books are the ones that make you a part of them, ones that seep into your very bones until they become a part of you. They are the books that make you cry tears of grief and frustration along with the characters you adore and laugh till you are gasping for breath.
7. Characters that are real and relatable.
As a child, there aren’t many fantasy books you can relate to. Sure, Enid Blyton’s Famous Five books were awesome, but you couldn’t ever think, ‘Oh my gosh, that totally happened to me!’ After all, which parent would ever allow their 12-year-old to go traipsing about the countryside catching smugglers?
Despite being a book about witches and wizards who happen to defeat the most powerful dark wizard of all time, Harry Potter allows a person to see a version of themselves in some or the other characters in the book. The studious bookworm whose hand always shoots up when the teacher asks a question finds a kindred spirit in Hermione, while the clumsy young boy whose insecurities hold him back can empathize with Neville.
It takes considerable skill and tact to touch upon the issues that Harry Potter deals with without scarring vulnerable young minds. Rowling, however, is a pro. The brilliance of it all is that you take things at face value when you read them as a child. S.P.E.W. is just a funny obsession of Hermione’s; Dementors are just terrifying but thankfully imaginary creatures. It is only when you reread the books with more maturity and understanding that you realize that there are undercurrents of protest against slavery and bigotry; that Dementors are nothing but the monsters present in our heads – a metaphor for depression. As you start to read between the lines and pay closer attention, you become conscious that the hate for muggle-borns is an accurate representation of racism in the world.
So go to your bookshelves, flick the dust off those old hardcover copies and read the tale of the Boy Who Lived. I’m sure the more you read it, the more you’ll fall in love with it.