I just finished my second time reading Harry Potter, all seven books in a row.  Just like the first time, it was … magic.  The images of the novel were invoked so vividly, so truly, that afterwards it feels as if I’ve been there and witnessed it all, either under a cover of the invisibility cloak or from a dive into Dumbledore’s Pensieve.  I only wish it all was real, I wish it lasted longer, but the last book is finished and closed, while I remain where I am – a poor Muggle, locked in Muggle’s Azkaban. 
Yes, I am just another enchanted reader, one out of millions of readers who read these books before me.  So what can I say about this magnificent and unforgettable work of literature?  Nothing new, I guess, nothing of what already had been said.  Yet, I dare to give it a try!

I’d say that Harry Potter is the most bright, most memorable work of literature since Three Musketeers.  To which, by the way, it carries some implicit and yet unmistaken resemblance.  Although, comparing to the timeless work of Dumas, Potter brings its own incredible world, which gives the novel a deeper and more complex meaning.  It is, of course, about the same old battle of good and evil and an unending test of the same old values of friendship, loyalty, love and self-sacrifice.  As all brilliant novels written in the past, Potter carries a sum of quests within and without its characters, which brings Mrs. Rowling even closer to her peers such as Dumas, Tolkien and even Tolstoy.  And just as his brilliant creator, I believe that centuries from now, Harry Potter will stand strong among his peers – D’Artagnan, Frodo and, perhaps, even Count Pierre Bezukhov.  Yes, I see some parallels between Harry Potter and War and Peace.  And it is not just because of two Dolokhovs: Dolokhov, the Death Eater and Dolokhov, shallow philanderer and dueler.  It is also because of Lord Voldemort and Napoleon, and the Great Russian war of 1812 and war for Hogwarts, and much more.  Harry Potter’s story appears to me as much multidimensional and deep, as the greatest novel of Leo Tolstoy.  And yet, how many more parallels one can find in Harry Potter?  Too many, I guess.  Like the goblin’s idea of ownership, which sounds so much Native American (I did a piece on it to, Indian Gift, remember?).  Or even the imagery of war, those darn flares of red and green light, which burst in the night like tracers shot from M-16s and AK-47s across the marshes of Mekong.  And so goes on, the raging battle of good and evil, a battle without and within, like one burnt inside the tormented soul of Severus Snape.  And then, on top of it all, comes Harry Potter’s sacrifice, death and resurrection.  Oh, that’s sounds too familiar!  But I am not going there, I am sure that this was done already umpteen thousand times!  I just say that it perfectly fits the story, it do makes you cry in the end.

And with all this said, I’d rather stop here, but with one last word.  If you haven’t read Harry Potter yet, please, put it on your reading list and make it number one.  Please, do.  No matter how old you are, no matter what you think about so-called fantasy genre, you are up to discover a treasure, which from that point on will be with you forever.  It will stay with you like Three Musketeers, like Lord of the Rings, like War and Peace.  And I don’t know if there is really an Invisibility Cloak, or Resurrection Stone, but I am sure just as I am sitting here, that the Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny exists!  It is: laurel and double core of phoenix quill and hyacinth ink, five inches and a half, light but unyielding … the brilliant pen of Mrs. Rowling!

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