The Tales of Beedle the Bard — J.K. Rowling
If you have read the final installment of the Harry Potter series or have watched the penultimate film adaptation, certainly, you are wholly au courant with the heirlooms bequeathed by Dumbledore to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry was given a snitch; Ron, a device that pilfers light; and lastly, Hermione was bestowed with an old copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard. In the magical world, The Tales of Beedle the Bard is a series of magical stories intended for puerile witches and wizards, akin to that of our fancied tales such as the works of the Grimm Brothers. Rumpeltiltskin, Snow White, Cinderella, Hansel and Gretel—name them; we have earnestly devoured those when we were kids.
Congruous to that of the Grimm’s fairy tales, The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in a way, is dark and disturbing. Nonetheless, both endeavor to embark positive ideals to its intended audiences. The stories that stood out for me were The Fountain of Fair Fortune and The Warlock’s Hairy Heart. The former because it edifies the clout of selflessness and perseverance; the latter because it purges into a life bereaved from passion and the tragic aftermath of such a life; which both speak for Rowling’s seemingly favorite subject, love.
The historical and moral commentaries from Dumbledore after every story were very insightful, yes. In addition, the footnotes from the author herself were, if not savvy, then humorous to some extent. The illustrations accompanying every tale were charming, too.
This is, indeed, a brilliant addition to the Harry Potter oeuvre. If only there would be more.🙂