I was the first kid in my school district to check out a Harry Potter book from the library. I was in fifth grade, and very concerned with reading all the Dear America books. However, for the majority of my life, I have been that kid that librarians instinctively say 'Hey, I have this new book. Read it and tell me what you think.' to. My elementary school librarian had heard about Harry Potter in England, and ordered a copy for the school. I checked it out for a week, spent the week reading Dear America, and took it back. Two weeks later, I checked it out again. Beware librarians, they are often the root of dangerous, all-consuming obsessions.
It's been eight long years since that fateful spring. I read so, so many books the spring of fifth grade that have become major tenets of my life; So You Want to Be a Wizard, the Hobbit, Harry Potter, the Bridge to Terabithia, and many more. But Harry, oh Harry. In sixth grade, in a effort to punish me, my mother took all my Harry Potter books away. Well, she missed the second one, but I was only halfway though the third one! The travesty! So the first time I was home alone, I swtiched the book jackets of the two books and went on my merry way.
Harry and I, we've had good times together. When I went off to college last summer, I debated for almost a week whether or not to bring Harry with me. I didn't, but only beacuse I assured myself beforehand that there were several copies in the library for just in case. I've loved, obsessed, read the second one a number of times which is in the triple digits. I've even had people show up at midnight release parties to see me because they knew I would be there.
I don't know whether to be excited or sad. On the one hand, I really really really want to know what happens. REALLY (like the time I stalked the book delivery man through the mall when he was delivering the 5th HP book). But, I don't want it to be over. I want the anticipation, the eagerness, the Absolute Certianty that I KNOW what will happen next (I've called it at least once every book!). In many ways, i'm willing to deal with not knowing because there will be more. Not anymore!
But I've always love Snape. He had me at "bottle glory". To my little fifth grade mind, he was the perfect character. To have that kind of speech to make! And then I discovered Alan Rickman, and my Snape obsession got better and better.
Sorry, I think this is a lot longer than you wanted, I'm feeling a bit verbose tonight. Quote me as chattycheese, please!
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Date: 2007-03-30 03:43 am (UTC)It's been eight long years since that fateful spring. I read so, so many books the spring of fifth grade that have become major tenets of my life; So You Want to Be a Wizard, the Hobbit, Harry Potter, the Bridge to Terabithia, and many more. But Harry, oh Harry. In sixth grade, in a effort to punish me, my mother took all my Harry Potter books away. Well, she missed the second one, but I was only halfway though the third one! The travesty! So the first time I was home alone, I swtiched the book jackets of the two books and went on my merry way.
Harry and I, we've had good times together. When I went off to college last summer, I debated for almost a week whether or not to bring Harry with me. I didn't, but only beacuse I assured myself beforehand that there were several copies in the library for just in case. I've loved, obsessed, read the second one a number of times which is in the triple digits. I've even had people show up at midnight release parties to see me because they knew I would be there.
I don't know whether to be excited or sad. On the one hand, I really really really want to know what happens. REALLY (like the time I stalked the book delivery man through the mall when he was delivering the 5th HP book). But, I don't want it to be over. I want the anticipation, the eagerness, the Absolute Certianty that I KNOW what will happen next (I've called it at least once every book!). In many ways, i'm willing to deal with not knowing because there will be more. Not anymore!
But I've always love Snape. He had me at "bottle glory". To my little fifth grade mind, he was the perfect character. To have that kind of speech to make! And then I discovered Alan Rickman, and my Snape obsession got better and better.
Sorry, I think this is a lot longer than you wanted, I'm feeling a bit verbose tonight. Quote me as
I was 10, I am 18.