I just finished reading the third Harry Potter book aloud to my son. Of all the HP books, the Prisoner of Azkaban is my favorite, so I didn’t want to rush into it. The twists at the end and the insight into Harry’s parents made this book a turning point in my J.K. Rowling fan girl status. I wanted my son to experience the same thrill of discovery I did when I first read it.
So I was tickled when I got to the part where Lupin reveals who the Marauder’s Map makers truly were, and my son actually gasped. I looked over, and his eyes were round and his mouth was hanging open. It was exactly the way I felt when I read it for the first time.
Thank you, J.K., for that moment.
(Side note: I’ve never forgiven Alfonso Cuarón for leaving out the key revelation of the book in the movie adaption. Dude, the mapmakers’ identity was a major point of the book, not some side story to be deleted as a whim. Ugh.)