I have a problem.
It’s not really a problem, I don’t think, unless you think a grown woman having a very strong emotional attachment to characters in a children’s book is a problem.
Which it isn’t.
The point is, I’m a bonafide Harry Potter fanatic. It’s a little unhealthy at times, but if that’s my worst obsession, I think we’re ok. There really are worse obsessions in the world.
I came by it sort of by accident during my sixth grade year. I walked into my sister’s room, and heard my father read the following words:
“Maybe you could attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy. It could catch the Snitch for you.”
I read the first three in the space of two weeks, and was immediately hooked. I was part of the following that had to wait years between books and attended midnight book releases and “shipped” (I would like it known that I was Hr/G and R/H from the beginning, thank you) and everything else that went along with being a Harry Potter fan during that time period.
It was marvelous.
Every year, I do a reread of the entire series. It’s a little ridiculous, but every time, I find something a little newand a little better. So technically this isn’t a review, it’s just telling you to keep your eyes open for the next 14 weeks. Every other Monday, I’ll be posting my revelations and musings as I reread the Harry Potter series. I would love it if you read along with me.
So, you have two weeks to read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and report back. Ready? GO