After 3 1/2 months, I can officially and proudly announce that I have read, and thoroughly enjoyed the Harry Potter series.. Why am I overly proud of this completion? Because of the journey it brought about in myself; from resistance to curiosity to excitement to adoration, then blind hatred for a portion of it, to acceptance, tears, and above all, fulfillment!
Starting this series was not an easy thing for me, the “Fantasy” genre had not exactly been my cup of butterbeer *wink wink*. I would even refuse to read things of that nature for school (cliffs notes would do me just fine on those occasions). I’m more of the Biography/ Historical fiction kinda gal. In fact, I have strongly resisted the Harry Potter craze for about.. 11 years? ..Oh good gracious, are Harry Potter and I really the same age?.. I digress.. I just REFUSED to see myself read a book that 10 year old claimed to love. What would I be getting myself into if I was caught reading a child's' book? Was I really about to jump on the bandwagon and turn into the likes of a Harry Potter groupie? But as time went on I was persuaded by the movies (or lack there of, at present) friends, the novels themselves taunting me from the dusty corner of my bookshelf, and eventually my own nosey curiosity. I finally decided to put those old Christmas presents to use. What was it about these books that had everyone so captivated? Myself included, without even having cracked a binding.. Well, by the first letter inviting Harry into Hogwarts, I had been invited into what proved to be an exciting adventure. I was hooked, quite in the same navel-pulling fashion that comes from Apparation, I had been sucked into Harry’s story. The characters, the events, the places, even the food! ..There have been times where I would come home after a long day and set up a bath to de-stress myself along side a cup of tea and my book and read until the bubbles disappeared and the water ran to ice burg temperatures, and had not even noticed.. having finished an entire book. I would cry for hours over an unfortunate turn of events, or feel anxious over a looming Quidditch match, or even open my fridge craving some ice cold pumpkin juice! I would not be surprised if these books did truly contain some sort of wizarding magic to lure you into their ever fascinating world, (perhaps one of Fred and Georges’ love potions?)
I don’t want to go into much, or any detail for that matter (now that I feel I have sufficiently geeked out all over you), because I don’t want to ruin anything for those of you who haven’t read them yet. And if that is the case to any of you reading this blog… GET ON IT!
(I really do think it would have taken me even less time to read this series if real-life hadn’t gotten in the way… and trust me, sometimes I found it hard to make the distinction between mine and the Wizarding world.)
Along with the start and end of this series, was the life of my poor bookmark... "holly, with a phoenix feather core."
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