Harry Potter.
Yes, that's right, and anyone who follows me on Pinterest has probably noticed the slew of Harry Potter-related pins I've been pinning, but friends, you don't know the half of it. I have a secret pin board for when I think I've obsessed to much. Yes, it's overflow pins for when I can't and won't stop. And for make-up tutorials that I'm embarrassed to admit to. So here's all my thoughts on Harry Potter, and I'm sorry for those who don't/won't read it (it=HP). Not sorry that I'm going on about it, but more so, sorry that you're missing out on such a fantastic journey.
Ok, so when Harry Potter first came out I had just entered Middle School and half the moms thought it was fine to read them and half of the moms thought if we read them then we would join a Wicca cult and dance naked around a fire in the middle of the woods and cast spells on all the God-fearing people who had avoided such evils. It was all very controversial and exciting. My mom let me read them, but reminded me that witchcraft is make-believe and that God is real. Amen, Mama-Trish, for understanding where the line is. In high school, I smuggled HP books to a friend of mine who's mom still wouldn't let him read them. Like I said, very exciting and controversial.
Now of course I became obsessed, went to all the midnight book parties, which for me started at the 4th book when I was 15 or so, and spent long nights after getting the books sitting in black graduation robes with my friend Mags, reading until our eyes closed out of exhaustion and then picking back up as soon as we woke back up. It was marvelous. I sincerely, at one point, believed myself to be in love with Harry Potter, but then, after re-reading and some careful reconsideration, decided I was actually in love with Ron Weasley. (mind you, this was before the whole Ron-Hermione thing, we're talking pre-book 5 here...and ok, there was some of that in earlier books...but I justified it...)
As an adult when the last book came out, I had given up my girlish crushes and instead yearned to see redemption in my favorite character since book 1: Severus Snape. I knew, I just knew he couldn't really be bad and that there had to be an explanation. Otherwise, if he really did fool Dumbledore after all these years, than Dumbledore couldn't really be the amazing man he was. Plus, what author would spend that much time convincing us of something that was already kinda obvious unless it was a twist in the story? And then chapter 33 happened and I wept and read it twice through and felt that finally everything had been reconciled in my life. Of course, I was in a quite tired state, which lent itself to more than the necessary amount of weeping. I was quite a mess, actually.
Anyway, I used to find myself re-reading the books once a year, but after book seven, it's been once every two years or so, give or take 6 months. It's been a long while since I've re-read them, and the yearning in my heart, it grows. I purposefully didn't pack up my Harry Potter books with the rest of my books because I had already started feeling a pull towards them. I've decided to start reading them once I get to MN, just so I'm actually helpful during the move.
So, if I don't blog about all the things I ought blog about in the next couple weeks, blame JK Rowling. She did this to me, and I'll never stop being glad that she did.
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