I was in love the minute I read that first article in Newsweek. I knew by the description that I would be head over heals for this thing. And 8 years later, I still get tingles when I see it and I'm still infatuated. With Harry Potter? Isn't that a little wierd? I mean, he is a fictional boy, for cying out loud.
No, silly, not with Harry Potter himself, but with the world that J.K. Rowling has created and the incredible story that she tells. JKR has designed a world that is so extraordinary and has written a story so intriguing and emotional and amazing, that I am still here eight years later, waiting breathlessly for the final book.
When I tell people about my infatuation with these books, they look at me like I am slightly wierd (it's the Minnesota nice thing - in other parts of the country, I may get more than an odd look!). Why would an adult with a career and a family and a life be interested in a boy wizard? Isn't Harry Potter a book for kids? Don't you have other things to do? Why are you wasting your time on this?
The answer is simple; I'm in love. I love the books, I love the movies, I love the theorizing, I love the fandom. Most of all, I love the imaginary world that JKR creates in my mind every time I read her story. It's not the same kind of love I feel for my husband or dogs or family, but Harry Potter holds a special place in my heart. There is no tangible thing I can take hold of and show to other people and say 'here, this is IT, this is why Harry Potter is so great.' For me, it just is.
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