Today I watched the special features of the final Harry Potter films. I was always a fan of the books, and am one of those people who feels personally offended when someone says ‘they’re not even written good.’ because really, did you not read them? And typically, the person claiming they’re badly written hasn’t even read them. J.K Rowling created a dense, intricate, magical (pun time) world that was captivating, comforting, and full of real, rounded characters. Plus, there were moments that were legitimately funny – writing humour is difficult, but she could do it too. I’m not the biggest fan of all, however, I’m just a quiet fan in the backseat who reads her Harry Potter book in the dead of winter in front of the fire when I just want some warmth and pleasure.
I’d love to talk more about J.K Rowling because she is inspiring and not just because of her success but truly because of her views, opinions, charity and feminism.
I enjoyed the movies but never as much as the books. They left out a heap of details and big things, some bad casting choices, changing things around etc… But! I did decide to send a fan letter to Tom Felton when I was 11. I had a crush on Daniel Radcliffe, but unable to find his fan letter address I thought I’d give Tom a go. Lucky I did because that bad boy wrote back to me.
I don’t care what you say he DID write it! It wasn’t genetic! Don’t lie!
I loved it so so much when I received my reply. It was like I had a small connection to the Harry Potter world, which made me feel special. And when I was 11, and indeed, for a long time afterwards, I didn’t have anything to feel special about.
Thank you Tom Felton fan mail team! You made a little girl very happy (remember when 11 was still being a child and not a tween?)
Anyway, here’s the autographed picture I got. Tom Felton became my favourite after this.