I saw this at 1:00pm today:
Oh my gosh, I was so giddy to see the first part of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I remember reading this last book in my apartment in the avenues back in...what was it? 2006? I read all day and night after it came out until I finished at 5am. I gotta tell you, I cried way too much during the book. When I finally flipped the last page I may or may not have even cried myself to sleep. Here's where you don't judge me too harshly. It was the end of a long journey with me and my many friends in the wizarding world.
Harry Potter and his gang have been a big part of my life. The first book came out when I was the same age as Harry, Ron and Hermione. I even remember pronouncing Hermione's name 'Her-me-own' (hey, I didn't know how it was supposed to be pronounced so I tried my best!) My friend, Kristy Richards, introduced me to the first book before it became ridiculously popular. We would talk about it - just the two of us - not knowing that it would become the big success it is now. Each time a new book came out I couldn't wait for the next adventure.
I truly am a ginormous nerd. I've been all sad today after seeing the show because I'm not a witch. My life seems so boring compared to Harry's. Sure, he almost dies in every book, but I could go for some adventure right now! I think I just may have to read the entire series again. What will this be? The third time around? Bring it on!
And for those of you thinking that there are so many other books of academic excellence out there that can enlighten my mind much better than H.P. - shut it! I love Harry Potter and I'm not afraid to admit it! I don't think I will ever get tired of reading those books. Ever. I can't wait until I have kids and they get old enough for me to read the books to them. If she wrote a book about Harry & friends as adults I would read them in a second [wink, wink, J.K].
Well, back to my dull life of school and work.