I don’t want to write reviews of Harry Potter books – I could write about the Croatian translation which I was forced to read when starting the series again as I couldn’t locate my English one. It’s incredible how a translation can be at the same time brilliant and completely miss the point. The words JK Rowling invented were put into Croatian geniously but the language in which the book is written is in my opinion completely wrongly translated. This is a children’s book and is written in such a language (I recommend it to my friends whenever someone wants to brush up on their English) but I cannot read the Croatian one in the same manner. It displays the richness of Croatian language but I have to concentrate on what I’m reading in order to understand, and I keep wondering how are the children reading it managing. And if there is one thing this book has to do, it has to be approachably written (translated) for children. But this is not what I wanted to discuss.
I wrote recently about the depressing turn my life has taken and the first thing I could think of of alleviating that pain and depression was Harry Potter books. And I’m happy to be reading them from the beginning (I usually re-read just the last 3) because the movies made me forget how many things are actually missing from them.
But the point I’m trying to make is, Harry Potter is my therapy. When I need to feel better and want to lose myself in a world where my problems don’t exist, I go there (sometimes I go to Middle Earth as well, but HP is more approachable). With each reading, I get more and more from these books. The friendship, the loyalty, the bravery, all in the face of much adversity, human evil and pain (both physical and emotional).
The books are progressively darker (and longer which is a great plus) and even though people start to die, the evil starts to spread, and friends are sometimes not there for you, the reader never loses the thread of hope that being true to the human ideals we should all posess is what will win in the end and bring about a happy future.
I just finished the fourth one and I wouldn’t be writing this post but reading the book 5 if only I was able to find it. Like I said, I keep offering them to people. 🙂 So now I have no idea where it is. I’m not really worried about that (although I do wish I could have started with it tonight) – tomorrow I’m off to my favourite bookstore because they notified me that some other books I ordered have arrived, so I’ll just add this to the pile. I can live with not starting to read it tonight, but tomorrow I have to go on. 🙂