That's all She Wrote.

It looks like this will be my last reading of my original copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.  It’s been glued and taped back together more times than I can remember.  While I was reading it today, the last 130 pages fell out, so it looks like it’s about time to retire this copy.  We’ve been through a lot together.  

My grandmother bought it for me at a yard sale when I was in elementary school, but I refused to read it because I thought it was going to be just another one of those books that everyone else loved but I never liked at all.  Then one day when I got bored (I was supposed to be cleaning my room at the time), I picked it up and began to read.  After the first chapter, I was hooked and read the whole thing in one sitting. (Something I always used to have time to do when I was a child… Man, I miss that!)

Harry Potter was such a huge part of my childhood; I honestly can’t imagine what my life would have been like without it.  It helped my brother and I stay close throughout the years (he’s five years older, so it was nice to have something in common we could both get overly excited about), and it was always a great escape for me when other parts of my life were falling apart.

I’m not sure what the point of this post is, other than to say that I really wish I could give JK Rowling a big fat hug from myself and everyone else who has grown up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.