The wonderful women at YA HIGHWAY do a Road Trip every Wednesday where they post a question and ask bloggers from the YA Lit world to answer a question. I have decided to jump in on the fun! It is a great website and suggest you take a look and head over. This is what they have posted for today!
Welcome to our 122nd Road Trip Wednesday!
Road Trip Wednesday is a “Blog Carnival,” where YA Highway’s contributors post a weekly writing or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody’s unique take on the topic.
We’d love for you to participate! Just answer the prompt on your own blog and leave a link in the comments – or, since this week’s topic is a short one, you can include your answer in the comments.
I think most people know that the Harry Potter series was an investment when in TIME. I am 27 (barely a tween, I know). I actually had the luxury–yes the luxury–of having to wait years in between books. I know I am in the minority when it comes to loving the waiting game (most people now won’t even watch a show anymore because they would rather wait and buy or netflix the entire set), but when it came to Harry– it think we had it good. We had it really good. We had the entire Harry Potter world to play in as readers. I know some authors (George R. R. Martin–I am looking at you, my dear good bearded man) hate fanfiction. They think it “rapes” (his words, not mine) their worlds and characters, but J.K. Rowling nodded her head at us readers and said, “It is going to take me time, go ahead, speculate and create.” And create we did.
In between books we had almost a decade to speculate. I read everything I could get my hands on. I read fanfiction on Lily and James, the Marauders, Dumbledore and McGonagall, the founders, vignettes on every character and topic….everything but Snape. I stayed away from Snape. I stayed away because I had a soft spot for him I couldn’t exactly explain. I think I only trusted J.K. Rowling with him. Maybe I was afraid of all the vilifying of my Snivilus (vindication was MINE!!!!) It seems really silly now– I could have been reading about his days moonlighting as a karaoke singer on Diagon Alley’s backstreets with Tonks and Bellatrix (I don’t know know, but right? AmI right?) , but I held back.
When, after waiting in line behind a sugared up pack of eight-year-old Death Eaters at the last midnight release (don’t get me started on why eight-year-olds want to be Death Eaters $(#^$%), I finally got Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, went home, and read, I was so glad I had saved Snape for just J.K. Rowling. When I got to Chapter 33, The Prince’s Tale, everything changed. I had that magical moment where you fall in love with a chapter and know you will forever reread it and play it over and over and over again (yes…I am an audiobook and Jim Dale freak). The entire series changed for me–even the protagonist. Don’t get me wrong. I love my Harry. I love my trio. But I had always suspected that Snape was at the center of it all: Love was, redemption was, a REAL LOVE STORY. When she fleshes out Snape’s life, love, and sacrifice I seriously sobbed into my book for what seemed like 30 mins. Snape’s sad reality and love made every character more real. It made Harry more fleshed out for me, Dumbledore more of a teacher, Voldemort more pathetic, and the magic pulsing through the series a million times more valuable. I both swoon and have my heart break every time I read it. It was just a magical chapter/moment for me. It also changes how I read the books now. I just want to hug Snape throughout the series–let him know I appreciate his sacrifice and that it would have been ok to be vulnerable again. Oh Snivelus…
So now that I have given you mine, RHR readers, what is your favorite literary moment? Paint the Roses!!!