Is It Finally Over?

Harry Potter. What a mess. Parents, adults, teens, kids – multitudes seduced by the books and movies. Even Believers have embraced the series and I am sure there will be others of the same genre in time to come.

I am just glad this is over. No, I haven’t read the books. No. I haven’t seen the movies. Overall I am woefully ignorant of the plots, actions, words, scenes, focus or scope of any of it. But I know it is not good for us, and something that every parent should keep from their kids.

My vindication (as if I needed vindicating) comes from an article in the Ft. Worth Star-Telegram by Linda Campbell in which she quotes her eighteen year old son (as I understand it) and his perception of how the whole sordid tale should end.

Harry would be revered even more in death than during his life, and everyone  would know that The Boy Who Lived was also the only one brave enough to give his  life to save the rest of the world. It is truly a poetic ending to the saga, a biblical allusion in its simplest  form: The chosen one dies so that life elsewhere may continue for all eternity.  Harry finally gets to be with his parents and his mentor Dumbledore. He gets to  be at peace, without anyone asking about his scar or Voldemort or Quidditch.

Enough said. That’s what comes of this – I’m glad it’s over.