I must admit when it came to reading Harry Potter I was pretty stubborn about not giving in. I was so not going to get swept up in all the madness. No way was I going to read those children’s books because I had long since left children’s books behind. I had been reading more adult material since the sixth grade when I picked up my first V.C. Andrews Book Flowers in the Attic. Although I refused to read the books I had absolutely no aversion to the movies and found myself loving Harry Potter and his friends.
As the years went by I must admit I finally gave it a go, and couldn’t get past feeling like I was reading something I would have read in the third grade. So I gave up and once again refused to indulge in the books at all. But I continued to enjoy each movie as they were released. But one day, as I was watching The Half Blood Prince I finally made up my mind that I HAD to read the books. I don’t know what it was about that movie in particular, but it kept giving me the very strong feeling that I was missing a whole lot. There was entirely too much left unexplained that I wanted to know, and I knew I could only fully understand if I read the books.
Oddly enough Twilight inspired me to go ahead and read them. I also refused to read the Twilight series for some time but after years I gave in. Since I ended up loving the series (because of Jacob), I decided I was being unfair to Harry and would probably love it as well. And after much prodding from my friend who encouraged me to read Twilight…I said what the hell? Let’s do this!
After making up my mind I began collecting my books and preparing myself. After all if I was going to read what was being touted as the greatest series of the new generation, I wanted to be able to go from one book to the next. The first two books were somewhere in the house. I had bought them on my first Harry attempt. My mother found them for me, and I began one by one buying the other books until I had them all in my possession except The Deathly Hallows. So I stacked my books and resolved to begin reading them the first of the new year.
I must admit beginning the first book again I had the same feelings as before, like I was reading on a third grader’s level. But I decided to push through because if the movies were any indication, there was a great story within the pages. I have to admit, there was nothing more satisfying than reading about Harry’s triumphs, heartache, and finding his way in this new and wonderful world he’d been thrust into.
As everybody else fell victim, I too was mesmerized, with just one book, by Harry and Hogwarts. I was absolutely head over heels in book love. Harry had my heart and refused to let go. I voraciously read on wanting, needing to know more. How did Harry come to be? How was it this young boy defeated the most powerful dark wizard? Why did his parent die, and why was he left with a family who wouldn’t or couldn’t love and appreciate him? I needed to know it all. The Sorcerer’s Stone grabbed me, and I read on. The Chamber of Secrets enchanted me, and I read on. The Prisoner of Azkaban delighted me, and I read on. The Goblet of Fire had me on edge, and I read on. The Order of the Phoenix enlightened me, and I read on. The Half Blood Prince intrigued me, and I read on. I don’t even know if I have words for what The Deathly Hallows did to me, but I enjoyed every second of every page. I was in love with every word.
This series was EVERYTHING! I laughed out loud and I cried. I shouted with joy and shook my head in fear. I pumped my hand in triumph, and moaned in sorrow. But lastly and most importantly, my heart swelling with such love for these characters, I gently closed my book, hugged it to my chest and SMILED!
So now I’m a fanatic like the rest of the world, and it only took eight years! And now I have my cousin watching all of the movies one by one (I’d rather she read the books), so when The Deathly Hallows part II drops in theaters, she’ll be caught up and prepared, and we can go see it together. I’m sad to see this series end in the books and movies. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. The journey was an exciting one, but I must say the ending and final destination of Harry and his friends was most definitely satisfying.
So what do all think about the Harry Potter series? Did you fight reading them as well? What were your final feelings about the series?
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