My one-word review of the seven books about the boy who lived and one-word description of their creator, Joanne (J. K.) Rowling.
Over 50 years ago and 29 days after the Bridge of Khazad-dûm, my favorite dramatic confrontation in a repeatedly-read series of six books published in three parts takes place and ends thus:
Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white, whose gentle voice was soft and sad.
'I pass the test,' she said. 'I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel.'
Today, I feel much the same as I did when I first read those words some 37 years ago—exalted.
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