More than any other movies, including those from the Pixar studio, the Harry Potter series is one I can only really watch through the eyes of my children. The publication span of the books almost exactly mirrors my older son’s time from entering kindergarten to entering high school, with the movies occupying the same period for my younger son (who starts high school in a month). There was a time, right after the Goblet of Fire appeared, when my older son read the four books in a continuous cycle for what seemed like months, to the point that he barely looked at each page before turning it, so well did he know the lines. As a result I have evaluated them as events in my children’s lives, for how satisfied or disappointed they were; my own reaction has been much harder for me to parse. Continue reading Deathly Hallows Part 2