The Good Ol' Days
Hey.
Yeah, it's been a while, but what can I say? Life caught up to me. But I fell sick recently, and while lying in bed– sneezing, coughing, sniffing– I picked up a book that I haven't touched in at least three years and a series I haven't looked at for two. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was none other than– drum roll please– Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
So, I'm a sixteen year old (seventeen in exactly four months!) and reading about a pre-adolescent eleven year old imaginary boy's adventures shouldn't have made my day. But the universe works in funny ways and I found myself being sucked back into the world which every child in their right mind adored at one point of time or the other.
I read the entire book and two-thirds of the second book in that one day. And as always, I wasn't able to put it down.
There is something just magical about Harry Potter. I can not put a finger on what exactly it is, and probably will never be able to pinpoint it. And though the books can be sad, I found myself laughing along to jokes I used to, adoring and hating characters as I always had and still, I managed to discover things I'd never seen in all the millions of times I'd read the books before.
Before I thought I outgrew the series, I used to be an avid reader and writer of fanfiction, and after just about three chapters of the first book, I found myself itching to get online and read some awesome fanfics (of course, in the way of the world, my father happened to be using the comp at that moment, so I had to wait).
Reading the books again reminded me about how much I loathed Harry-Hermione 'shippers' and how much I loved Mugglenet (every true Harry Potter fan's homepage) and how much I loved the Marauders and their untold story. I remembered the way I used to positively (try to) run to get the books when they came out (mainly for the fifth, sixth and seventh. What can I say, I discovered heaven a little late in life).
What is it about this series that can captivate me so? It reminds me of the more innocent days of my childhood and how I once had a 'who knows more about Harry Potter' quiz with my best friend (I kicked his ass from here to Timbuktu, by the way). Or how my other best friend saw (non-existent) clues that led her to believe Harry and Hermione was a relationship that could actually happen.
I don't know, but I've read each of the books (except the seventh one) at least five times, if not more, but every time I read it, the series entrances me and even though I've grown older, it still does. And it probably always will.
Jesus, I sound like my grandmother. But still, it's Harry Potter.
xoxo,
Quill
Yeah, it's been a while, but what can I say? Life caught up to me. But I fell sick recently, and while lying in bed– sneezing, coughing, sniffing– I picked up a book that I haven't touched in at least three years and a series I haven't looked at for two. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was none other than– drum roll please– Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
So, I'm a sixteen year old (seventeen in exactly four months!) and reading about a pre-adolescent eleven year old imaginary boy's adventures shouldn't have made my day. But the universe works in funny ways and I found myself being sucked back into the world which every child in their right mind adored at one point of time or the other.
I read the entire book and two-thirds of the second book in that one day. And as always, I wasn't able to put it down.
There is something just magical about Harry Potter. I can not put a finger on what exactly it is, and probably will never be able to pinpoint it. And though the books can be sad, I found myself laughing along to jokes I used to, adoring and hating characters as I always had and still, I managed to discover things I'd never seen in all the millions of times I'd read the books before.
Before I thought I outgrew the series, I used to be an avid reader and writer of fanfiction, and after just about three chapters of the first book, I found myself itching to get online and read some awesome fanfics (of course, in the way of the world, my father happened to be using the comp at that moment, so I had to wait).
Reading the books again reminded me about how much I loathed Harry-Hermione 'shippers' and how much I loved Mugglenet (every true Harry Potter fan's homepage) and how much I loved the Marauders and their untold story. I remembered the way I used to positively (try to) run to get the books when they came out (mainly for the fifth, sixth and seventh. What can I say, I discovered heaven a little late in life).
What is it about this series that can captivate me so? It reminds me of the more innocent days of my childhood and how I once had a 'who knows more about Harry Potter' quiz with my best friend (I kicked his ass from here to Timbuktu, by the way). Or how my other best friend saw (non-existent) clues that led her to believe Harry and Hermione was a relationship that could actually happen.
I don't know, but I've read each of the books (except the seventh one) at least five times, if not more, but every time I read it, the series entrances me and even though I've grown older, it still does. And it probably always will.
Jesus, I sound like my grandmother. But still, it's Harry Potter.
xoxo,
Quill
