Talk:Twilight/@comment-76.174.84.184-20131207203510/@comment-108.46.200.254-20140321015215

Harry Potter has several dimensions: Themes have included slavery, loyalty, death, love, remorse and magic. It can be funny or sorrowful, simple or complex. Every time I read it, I am again immersed in that world: I can remember reading the Deathly Hallows under my bedsheets, crying as Harry walks to his death. I can remember sitting in a classroom corner for the best part of a day, reading the Order Of The Pheonix, entranced by the story. I can remember my anger when Sirius died. I still have a hollw feeling whenever I finish one of the books, as if my body even is saying to me: "What now? It is over, but what now?"

I set up a fan club with my best friend. I thought  detailed stories. I laughed and weeped.

Harry and his friends will live forever, immortalised in a simple lump of paper.

But it seemed like more than that then.

And it seems like more than that now.