So listen. Since we cut off our cable in December (see: increased creativity and a savings of $700), I have been reading like a grounded fourth grader. I like to read things that increase my knowledge of the world around me - non-fiction (the weirder the better) and if it's a novel, the author dang well better be dead.
Except I'm on the 4th Harry Potter. The one with the Goblet of Fire. And I've been reading it at a pace that I haven't read without being trapped inside a craft hurtling 400 miles an hour at 30,000 feet. I'm 28 years old and I think that, were the Harry Potter books to have come out 20 years ago (I realize I'm a few years behind the HP curve), there is no way I would be sane.
It's too cool. Again, I'm reading these at my age now and I wish I went to Hogwart's. And I wish I could perform spells. And I wish I could play Quidditch. I'm a veritable Schrute-ian wonder, glorious in my lameness for getting so into Harry Potter.
20 years ago I most certainly would have been expelled from school for trying to get away with some of the shenanigans (or ballyhoo, if you will) Harry Potter tries to. It would have driven me insane to live my ordinary Muggle life. It's a wonder kids across the world aren't getting poked in the eye with sticks they wish were wands, or getting put in speech therapy or the Special Abilities class for trying to pronounce some of the spells.
Maybe they are. What do I know - I'm 28 years old.
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4 comments:
I believe you got up to enough shenanigans, or ballyhoo, 20 years ago without reading HP. I'm grateful you ARE 28 years old and reading the books for the first time (or am I?)
I've been contemplating starting this series as well.
Perhaps that will be next on my reading list.
No one who loves to read can hold out on Harry Potter. No one.
I was introduced by a friend's fifth grade little brother who he told me I would love these books he had just read. I humoured him and read the first five chapters of book three, at which point I begged him to tell me that he had the first two books or I would just die. And then I read them all in two days while totally ignoring the friend I came to visit.
And I swear that I had not had children who needed their mother to actually be at home while they slept, I would have gone to the book seven release party dressed as Hermione. It's vaguely humiliating but too fun to ignore for long :)
I enjoyed all of the books. We even had to buy two copies of the books so that Jessie and I could read them at the same time.
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