Throughout my life I have encountered numerous books; whether these books were for my pleasure or for learning. They inspired my writing skills and love of literature, folk lore and history.
I found solace in what books and movies gave me. Probably one of the most poignant moments concerning literacy in my life was my discovery of the library, and my awe after I got my taste buds titillated. The relevance is less about the learning aspect of reading, but rather the meaning I associate with reading. To this day I praise you for your contribution to literature. It may be ridiculous fantasy fiction to some people, but the Harry Potter book franchise helped me so much throughout my childhood. It taught me a fantastical vocabulary, involved me honing in on the ability to deduce, and it was my escape from the pains happening in my personal life.
Today is the 13th of July. I have just watched the last of the official books-turned-movies, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II. Every time I seem to disregard sequels purely based on their records of disappointing, a redeeming sequel seems to contradict the norm.
You had me at Philosophers Stone and then took me on a journey through magical people, foreign lands as well as the creation of mythical creatures and witnessing my astounding shock at rediscovering my imagination. You wrote of a childhood I wished to incorporate with mine. I felt all the torrent emotions and ever-evolving character personalities.
I am writing this whilst sitting on a 17:50 train to Bellville and back to my dreary existence. Coincidentally, you first thought up Harry Potter on a train and I like that symmetry.
The only talent I have ever truly believed I possessed was the ability to write. The likes of JK Rowling, Dan Brown, Oscar Wilde, James Rollins, Nora Roberts, EE Cummings, C.S Lewis and even the Mills & Boon writers, have helped me hone in on my skill. I am able to read thoroughly, think critically and write splendidly.
And as I write the conclusion to this essay/letter and diary entry of sorts, I realize I am saying goodbye to an era-one magical and enchanting one. I remember Ralph Fiennes as he portrayed the infamous Lord Voldemort (Tom Riddle) and am reminded of the extent of people’s capabilities that goes beyond the physical prowess, to the power of knowledge, entertainment, the magic of life and its adventures and the ever-changing world which I hope will never be forgotten. I say goodbye to my childhood because I wouldn’t have made it through the toils of many tribulations, trapped in reality, without the magic JK weaved.