Maycom 03/05/2023
Harry Potter, mas com uma magia diferente...
Acredito que aqueles que já tiveram algum contato com essa obra entendem o motivo de seu sucesso. A proeza da autora não está apenas em nos transportar para dentro desse mundo, mas também no modo como, ao nos levar até lá, nos mostra um espelho da nossa própria realidade. De dentro pra fora. Da ficção para a vida. Das páginas secas aos olhos molhados... e mais uma vez me emocionei.
Ao encontrar o Espelho de Ojesed Harry vê pela primeira vez a figura de sua mãe:
"He looked in the mirror again. A woman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If she was really there, he’d touch her, their reflection were so close together, but he felt only air – She and the others existed only in the mirror"
Ele tenta tocá-la. Tenta sentir a sua presença em meio a ilusão dolorosa que aquele espelho gerou. É sobre sentir que esta perto, quase podendo tocar, mas pela lei da vida, pela ordem das coisas, é impossível, porquê agora, Harry, She and the others existed only in the mirror 💔 (Ela e os demais existem apenas no espelho)
"She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes – her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green — exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Harry’s did.
Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.
“Mum?” He whispered “Dad?”"