"Wow. Who’d’ve Thought That Voldemort Turned Out To Be Harry Potter’s Father?"
I succumbed. I bought the last Harry Potter book on Saturday, tore through it, enjoyed it thoroughly, and finished it off at lunch today. The verdict? Well worth the 10-20 hours it’ll take you to finish it. Payoffs all around.
Here’s the funny thing…I was reading the final, climactic showdown (come on, that’s not a spoiler, you knew there was going to be a showdown) when what should come up on the restaurant’s speakers but Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin'”. Now that’s some franchise-ending synergy, pairing Harry Potter and the Sopranos. And while Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows doesn’t hard-cut to black, there’s still…well, I don’t want to spoil it. We can carry on a spoiler-filled debate in the comments, if y’all are so inclined.
And on my way home, I started coming up with a Sopranos-Potter matchup, a genius work of parodic…uh, genius that would rule the Internet. And then I found someone beat me by a month. Damn zeitgeist! (Read it anyway, it’s good.)