As a child, one of my favorite things to do was read. Oh, how things change.
When you’re a child, your imagination runs wild. There’s no overthinking, analyzing, comparing and contrasting, just a free running mind. My favorite part of the day was sitting down and reading a book. The best part about reading was that you could let your thoughts flow just as fast as the words in the book would come. I saw every book in movie form while I was reading, or so it seemed.
The Harry Potter series, by J.K. Rowling, tops the list of my favorite books. I remember not being able to wait until the next book would come out. In the magical tale, Harry Potter was admitted into a school of wizards and learned the ropes of witchcraft and wizardry. He and his new best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger work together throughout the books to learn wizardry, explore the world, and fight the evil beings.
One of the coolest things about the Harry Potter series is that the first book came out when I was 1 year old, in 1997. Obviously, when I was 1 I couldn’t read. I first started reading the books when I was about 8 years old, my older sister would read them to me. She always would make me laugh by calling Hermione in a different way. Her reading the book to me helped me get into the book. The 7th and last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, came out in 2007, a whole 10 years after the first release. By the time the last book came out, I was all caught up and roaring for the final book to come out. My aunt came to pick my sister and I up to take us to Sam’s Club to buy the last book. When she came inside she tried to fool me.
“Harry dies! I saw people outside in the street revolting because Harry died!”
She lied, but boy did she have me going. I was crying. I couldn’t tell if I was crying because Harry died or because that spoiled the book for me.
The movies were good too!!