I woke up this morning to find out that Alan Rickman had died.
I first discovered Alan when I watched him win over Marianne as Colonel Brandon in Sense and Sensibility. To be honest, I didn’t love him all that much, but he eventually won me over. My mom has been a big fan of his work for forever. I became a huge fan of him after watching the Harry Potter movies. He was a brilliant Snape, and nobody could’ve done better.
The news that he had died hit me even harder than it probably would have because I was already grieving finishing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows last night.
I honestly can’t process the Harry Potter series.
As I finished the last few hundred pages last night (which I’d put off simply because I didn’t want the series to be over), I cried and cried and cried. I cried over characters, cried over subplots, cried over symbolism, cried over deaths, and cried over how amazing it was. Then I closed the book, curled up, and cried because it was over.
The thing about the series that I just love (besides how amazing it was) is the fact that it touched me (and SO MANY PEOPLE) so much. Out of the last thirty pictures in my phone, a good twenty of them are of pages of Deathly Hallows – pictures of quotes that I want to write out later so I can remember them.
And listen – amazing doesn’t even describe it. Outside of explicitly Christian fiction, I have never read any book that echoes the Great Story more. I’d say it even rivals a lot of the Christian fiction I’ve read. So much symbolism and morals in not just this last book, but all of them… GAH. I can’t.
Speaking of Alan Rickman, these words of his have been running through my mind.
And it’s a human need to be told stories. The more we’re governed by idiots and have no control over our destinies, the more we need to tell stories to each other about who we are, why we are, where we come from, and what might be possible.
-Alan Rickman (2/21/46 – Always)
Even though I really can’t say anything about this series besides ASDFGHJKL!$%&!^%!*!, I’m working on a follow-up post to my initial Harry Potter post. Would anybody like to read it? I think the only disclaimer I’d like to give is that obviously since I loved the series, that’s going to bias my “review” (if I can even write a review, gosh). I won’t try to challenge your anti-Harry convictions… but I’ll probably fangirl a lot – and if that offends you, don’t read it. (Unless nobody wants to read it, then I won’t write it and I’ll keep all of my feels bottled up.)